It’s a resigned thought, and it annoys her more than it scares her. She’s going to die in this weirdo world and she’s going to truly be alone because there’s no way her mother is waiting on the other side for her here. She has nothing and no one, and she will die as nothing and no one.
It doesn’t even scare her. It just makes her angry and she clutches the sword with a grim intent that god damn it she is not dying because she fell off of a car in this god forsaken town. She’s going to go down swinging, she’s going to—
Be abruptly picked up and hauled off. There’s a flash of white in her vision, the sound of the guqin strings that seems to vibrate through to her very soul and the familiar smell of sandalwood that immediately means safety. Oh. Okay. She doesn’t have to fight anymore, because— Because he’s here. Everything will be okay.
She feels cold and lets herself lean against him fully, one arm wrapping around his wais for cling to him, the other hugging Jingyi’s sword tightly to her. She doesn’t even realize how badly she’s shaking, doesn’t open her eyes until she feels him dislodging her from him.
Her eyes fly open and she looks up at him, trembling, her eyes wide. “Dad—“ She blurt sout, then pauses, then decides the slip-up doesn’t matter, doesn’t think about it. “Dad, Jingyi was— He—“ Miu looks over her shoulder and her knees feel weak, but she holds the sword tighter, the edges of it beginning to cut into her arms, but she hardly registers it. The slight sting keep her upright. Jingyi was there, and then he wasn’t.
Was it just her now that was really left of the juniors? Sizhui was still in the hospital as far as she knew, and she hadn’t really asked after Jin Ling, and Jingyi— Of all people, her?
She turns back to look at Wangji, eyes searching his face before she drops her gaze to the ground. She doesn’t know what to say, her voice hollow. “We... messed up.” Her gaze goes to his hands, half-expecting to see blood from the strings. “Are you... okay...?”
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It’s a resigned thought, and it annoys her more than it scares her. She’s going to die in this weirdo world and she’s going to truly be alone because there’s no way her mother is waiting on the other side for her here. She has nothing and no one, and she will die as nothing and no one.
It doesn’t even scare her. It just makes her angry and she clutches the sword with a grim intent that god damn it she is not dying because she fell off of a car in this god forsaken town. She’s going to go down swinging, she’s going to—
Be abruptly picked up and hauled off. There’s a flash of white in her vision, the sound of the guqin strings that seems to vibrate through to her very soul and the familiar smell of sandalwood that immediately means safety. Oh. Okay. She doesn’t have to fight anymore, because— Because he’s here. Everything will be okay.
She feels cold and lets herself lean against him fully, one arm wrapping around his wais for cling to him, the other hugging Jingyi’s sword tightly to her. She doesn’t even realize how badly she’s shaking, doesn’t open her eyes until she feels him dislodging her from him.
Her eyes fly open and she looks up at him, trembling, her eyes wide. “Dad—“ She blurt sout, then pauses, then decides the slip-up doesn’t matter, doesn’t think about it. “Dad, Jingyi was— He—“ Miu looks over her shoulder and her knees feel weak, but she holds the sword tighter, the edges of it beginning to cut into her arms, but she hardly registers it. The slight sting keep her upright. Jingyi was there, and then he wasn’t.
Was it just her now that was really left of the juniors? Sizhui was still in the hospital as far as she knew, and she hadn’t really asked after Jin Ling, and Jingyi— Of all people, her?
She turns back to look at Wangji, eyes searching his face before she drops her gaze to the ground. She doesn’t know what to say, her voice hollow. “We... messed up.” Her gaze goes to his hands, half-expecting to see blood from the strings. “Are you... okay...?”