[ What a way. What a way to ask this, this one thing Tatara has never really been asked before...?
He feels the warmth of Jing Yuan's hand spread over his own, slowly crawl up his wrist, his arm. He feels his heart beating painfully in his chest and in his ears and he finds it very hard to look away.
Images of a cooler blue flash through his mind, and he feels a twinge of guilt. There's a little voice in the back of his head, one implanted by the idea of being sage that somehow speaks above it all.
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He feels the warmth of Jing Yuan's hand spread over his own, slowly crawl up his wrist, his arm. He feels his heart beating painfully in his chest and in his ears and he finds it very hard to look away.
Images of a cooler blue flash through his mind, and he feels a twinge of guilt. There's a little voice in the back of his head, one implanted by the idea of being sage that somehow speaks above it all.