[ he nods, though, and tightens his grip just a little. his hand in lup's is shaking (after all, he's only had twenty something years to learn how to cope with his trauma, not eight centuries) but xie lian's expression has smoothed out from its original horror.
the only trace left is in his eyes. golden glinted with a fire of determination and fury, his gaze doesn't leave the area where they fight. ]
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the only trace left is in his eyes. golden glinted with a fire of determination and fury, his gaze doesn't leave the area where they fight. ]
I won't.