You’re not my Jing Yuan. We’re strangers. Why should I listen to you?
[but dan feng’s pupils are huge like this. a different jing yuan is still jing yuan: he is unable to make the distinction. he sways close, his free hand crawling upwards to -
he pauses, eyes crinkling like he’d thought of something amusing. (jing yuan had always been careful to never have personal relationships, simply because dan feng had the tendency to slaughter them, just to see jing yuan’s face twist in despair.) his eyes slant towards where dan heng is crumpled against the wall.
that’s all the warning either of them are getting before he lunges for the other vidyadhara.]
no subject
[but dan feng’s pupils are huge like this. a different jing yuan is still jing yuan: he is unable to make the distinction. he sways close, his free hand crawling upwards to -
he pauses, eyes crinkling like he’d thought of something amusing. (jing yuan had always been careful to never have personal relationships, simply because dan feng had the tendency to slaughter them, just to see jing yuan’s face twist in despair.) his eyes slant towards where dan heng is crumpled against the wall.
that’s all the warning either of them are getting before he lunges for the other vidyadhara.]