[ jiang cheng has always lashed out like this; with heat that crawls along his skin, with wei wuxian flitting in and out of his hold like some shadow of a creature that refuses to be caught and held. it is almost a surprise, it comes as almost a shock, then, when his hand meets the cut of wei wuxian's cheekbone, that jiang cheng has on almost a same expression as the other as wei wuxian pulls back; unreadable, a little stricken. ]
I— [ he starts, and the hand that had reached out and struck curls back in on itself, fingers tucking into palm in a gesture that is a little guarded, defensive even though he is the one who had struck the blow.
he looks a little guilty now, a little angry still, the fire flicking in and out of his gaze like an open flame in the wind, and jiang cheng bristles. he bares his teeth in a grimace, ugly-defiant. ]
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I— [ he starts, and the hand that had reached out and struck curls back in on itself, fingers tucking into palm in a gesture that is a little guarded, defensive even though he is the one who had struck the blow.
he looks a little guilty now, a little angry still, the fire flicking in and out of his gaze like an open flame in the wind, and jiang cheng bristles. he bares his teeth in a grimace, ugly-defiant. ]
You deserved that!