[I am not holding you to me after this, Shen Wei insists, and Zhao Yunlan doesn't exactly argue.
Instead, he glances over his shoulder to toss Shen Wei his dirtiest grin.]
You can hold me all you want--
[His borderline fails as the name gleams in the darkness between them, as red as blood, and seals itself against Yunlan's left forearm. He takes in one last sharp breath. He dissolves into light.
Zhao feels himself shudder from light back into substance, rippling out into a new form. Sharp, with a powerful spine, a hilt that fits into Shen Wei's hand and a long, broad oxtail saber blade. Boy, he hopes that Shen Wei can use a sword. He'd been in a war -- maybe he should've gotten the gun, and Bakugou the sword?
His vision is clearer in this form, even in the darkness. The ayakashi is moving towards them, clawed hands grasping at Shen Wei.]
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Instead, he glances over his shoulder to toss Shen Wei his dirtiest grin.]
You can hold me all you want--
[His borderline fails as the name gleams in the darkness between them, as red as blood, and seals itself against Yunlan's left forearm. He takes in one last sharp breath. He dissolves into light.
And then, as the bond forms between them, Shen Wei will see a different place altogether; a stone staircase in Dixing, where they'd once promised to meet, with Zhao Yunlan slumped against it with blood on his mouth.
Zhao feels himself shudder from light back into substance, rippling out into a new form. Sharp, with a powerful spine, a hilt that fits into Shen Wei's hand and a long, broad oxtail saber blade. Boy, he hopes that Shen Wei can use a sword. He'd been in a war -- maybe he should've gotten the gun, and Bakugou the sword?
His vision is clearer in this form, even in the darkness. The ayakashi is moving towards them, clawed hands grasping at Shen Wei.]