[ an immediate sense of familiarity strikes her, and spills across the open connection of the empathy bond. she feels as though she recognizes wei wuxian like this, better than she recognizes the one in front of her. she has seen him before. in a nightmare, in a daydream. in kylo ren and in the very vision of her own self on the dark side, swinging that twin-bladed saber.
we are the same.
it startles her, the way she immediately longs for that sense of belonging, the camaraderie she feels in looking on this image of wei wuxian. her hand recoils quickly. she is afraid of herself, not of him. and she is afraid of how compelling she finds this version of him.
the connection breaks and falls limp. hard, uneven breaths fill the startled space between them as she searches his face. ]
But you — you wouldn't do something like that. [ maybe it is a part of him, but it's a part of him that lies in the past. the potential simmers there, all the same. ]
no subject
we are the same.
it startles her, the way she immediately longs for that sense of belonging, the camaraderie she feels in looking on this image of wei wuxian. her hand recoils quickly. she is afraid of herself, not of him. and she is afraid of how compelling she finds this version of him.
the connection breaks and falls limp. hard, uneven breaths fill the startled space between them as she searches his face. ]
But you — you wouldn't do something like that. [ maybe it is a part of him, but it's a part of him that lies in the past. the potential simmers there, all the same. ]