jiang cheng has words backed up to his throat, crowded behind his tongue, acrid and acerbic and ready, but he frowns - biting back on his tongue, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stares down at the other. the bruises and cuts on his face remaining from their last meeting still shows itself on his own skin too, mostly faded to brown and purple on his jaw, the faint hint of a split lip. ]
You mean useless.
[ he wants to take that hand, to somehow heal and mend as they would wont to - to breathe upon it with his spiritual energy as they are used to injuries, to cuts and bruises, but what they have inflicted upon each other goes deeper than mere skin and bones. but he wants, like a fool he is.
so he stands there - caught in the broken bandaged crooked grip, head bowed, the fall of dusty, sweaty hair across his eyes telling nothing, nothing at all, until he opens his mouth. ]
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jiang cheng has words backed up to his throat, crowded behind his tongue, acrid and acerbic and ready, but he frowns - biting back on his tongue, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stares down at the other. the bruises and cuts on his face remaining from their last meeting still shows itself on his own skin too, mostly faded to brown and purple on his jaw, the faint hint of a split lip. ]
You mean useless.
[ he wants to take that hand, to somehow heal and mend as they would wont to - to breathe upon it with his spiritual energy as they are used to injuries, to cuts and bruises, but what they have inflicted upon each other goes deeper than mere skin and bones. but he wants, like a fool he is.
so he stands there - caught in the broken bandaged crooked grip, head bowed, the fall of dusty, sweaty hair across his eyes telling nothing, nothing at all, until he opens his mouth. ]
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