Jin Ling shivers when he feels something wonderful hard against his stiffness. He rolls his hips forward, wanting more. One of his hands slip to 'Yuan's' face and tugs him down. He kisses lips with a desperate longing, wanting to show just how much his precious lover has been missed. The other slips into his robe, brushing past layers, seeking skin.
But.. he doesn't taste quite right? He kind of.. tastes awful. Like.. really bad. Antidote bad.
He draws back and blinks reluctantly against the dim light of the bedroom. He stares at Zizhen dumbly. Where'd Yuan go? He wants to ask but isn't quite awake enough to say.
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The woman flinches and trembles. "My family is dead! I- I didn't mean to hurt your son!" She cries. It's hard to tell if her tears are real or not.
"Do you think she's gone crazy?" Jingyi asks peeking around Wuxian. She was old and how does a person act this emotional. However, this was a Lan disciple not used to watching someone hysterical trying desperately to get out of trouble. "Should we see if she's possessed?"
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2021-09-30 04:20 (UTC)But.. he doesn't taste quite right? He kind of.. tastes awful. Like.. really bad. Antidote bad.
He draws back and blinks reluctantly against the dim light of the bedroom. He stares at Zizhen dumbly. Where'd Yuan go? He wants to ask but isn't quite awake enough to say.
~~~
The woman flinches and trembles. "My family is dead! I- I didn't mean to hurt your son!" She cries. It's hard to tell if her tears are real or not.
"Do you think she's gone crazy?" Jingyi asks peeking around Wuxian. She was old and how does a person act this emotional. However, this was a Lan disciple not used to watching someone hysterical trying desperately to get out of trouble. "Should we see if she's possessed?"