[ Why would he expect Zhao Yunlan to be any different during a life and death moment? Shen Wei huffs at that look, wanting to just shake him out of it and knowing that it would only spur him on more.
(In the game of lust and love, Yunlan would always push him to distraction and reveal in any reaction he manages to drag out of him.)
Then the vision hits him with all the force of a thousand blades. Shen Wei felt every painful moment - from the beatings and the fighting and the spark as the lantern lit up. He saw the staircase where they had promised to meet, and felt the way the earth shook and knew just how much daring it took for that final last act. Shen Wei was not prone to tears but he could feel them behind his eyes, and in the back of his throat as Zhao Yunlan's weapon form settled in his hand. He sets his jaw as he opens his eyes, the ayakashi reaching towards him, the gleam of the sword between him and it. ]
Mountain Wind. [ A weapon with nearly the same legendary name as the man who wield it. A weapon that he never seen held by the Kunlun he had met though he knew now that the blade had been buried with the true Kunlun. ]
Looks like I have no choice any more.
[ Shen Wei turned the sword around in his hand, settling it firmly in his grip and pushed back, sliding away from the snatching claws with an ease that made the ayakashi over extend its reach and fall on the icy tiles. ]
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(In the game of lust and love, Yunlan would always push him to distraction and reveal in any reaction he manages to drag out of him.)
Then the vision hits him with all the force of a thousand blades. Shen Wei felt every painful moment - from the beatings and the fighting and the spark as the lantern lit up. He saw the staircase where they had promised to meet, and felt the way the earth shook and knew just how much daring it took for that final last act. Shen Wei was not prone to tears but he could feel them behind his eyes, and in the back of his throat as Zhao Yunlan's weapon form settled in his hand. He sets his jaw as he opens his eyes, the ayakashi reaching towards him, the gleam of the sword between him and it. ]
Mountain Wind. [ A weapon with nearly the same legendary name as the man who wield it. A weapon that he never seen held by the Kunlun he had met though he knew now that the blade had been buried with the true Kunlun. ]
Looks like I have no choice any more.
[ Shen Wei turned the sword around in his hand, settling it firmly in his grip and pushed back, sliding away from the snatching claws with an ease that made the ayakashi over extend its reach and fall on the icy tiles. ]