[ Hands that steady him in a way that nothing else ever has. Kexing leans into them with a little breath, arms curling tighter around Zishu's waist.
Does he dare give voice to those memories? His A-Xu asks it of him. So he draws in a careful breath, lips quirking though his gaze drops. Fingers dig just a little into the heavy cloth at Zishu's waist. ]
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Date: 2022-02-15 11:18 am (UTC)From:Does he dare give voice to those memories? His A-Xu asks it of him. So he draws in a careful breath, lips quirking though his gaze drops. Fingers dig just a little into the heavy cloth at Zishu's waist. ]
Broken promises. Empty words.