"And when I do not stop my wicked ways, my crooked, wayward tricks?" Wei Wuxian asks, knowing and bitter. "When I do not pick up the sword? What then?"
His smile is such a tired thing, a jagged slash across his face. He polishes Suiban weekly, as best he can - even just holding the blade like that is draining, leaving him weak and shaking for far too long.
"How long will you save me from the ferrule your clan demands?"
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Date: 2020-09-30 02:05 pm (UTC)His smile is such a tired thing, a jagged slash across his face. He polishes Suiban weekly, as best he can - even just holding the blade like that is draining, leaving him weak and shaking for far too long.
"How long will you save me from the ferrule your clan demands?"