[ Leaving the handle of the knife embedded into the pew behind him, her fingers come back to snatch his jaw upward towards her. As always, her touch is warm, soothing with the energy it emits despite the vice of her grip. ]
Not lying down... [ For balance as she holds him, she brings her knee up to the seat of the pew along the side of his leg, the intent to make it seem like she's pinning him. ] Within your heart you mentioned being villainous. But you aren't even good at that-- your heart is too big. [ Her tone, her gaze pities him, as if she truly feels sorry for him. Even her touch upon his jaw slackens, and she simply... pats it, as if she is trying to reassure him. ] Too weak.
It bleeds, Shen Qingqiu, red like the sun setting over the sea. [ He definitely had the opportunity to touch that crystal of hers, but something stopped him; that's really all the reassurance she needs to be quite sure he won't try something again on his own. And so her grip slackens upon his wrist as well. She's cupping his face now, looming partly over him, a mix of curiosity and fascination in her eyes now, something he might have seen in them before, but also that same pity from before, that softness seemingly regained. ] How awful, that you must suffer so. There is no winning.
Then to say you will bring everyone else down...? [ This human. This wreck of a human man who has basically told her he'd let his disciple torture him, thinks that he can do that. She wants to laugh. ] I would like to see you try.
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Not lying down... [ For balance as she holds him, she brings her knee up to the seat of the pew along the side of his leg, the intent to make it seem like she's pinning him. ] Within your heart you mentioned being villainous. But you aren't even good at that-- your heart is too big. [ Her tone, her gaze pities him, as if she truly feels sorry for him. Even her touch upon his jaw slackens, and she simply... pats it, as if she is trying to reassure him. ] Too weak.
It bleeds, Shen Qingqiu, red like the sun setting over the sea. [ He definitely had the opportunity to touch that crystal of hers, but something stopped him; that's really all the reassurance she needs to be quite sure he won't try something again on his own. And so her grip slackens upon his wrist as well. She's cupping his face now, looming partly over him, a mix of curiosity and fascination in her eyes now, something he might have seen in them before, but also that same pity from before, that softness seemingly regained. ] How awful, that you must suffer so. There is no winning.
Then to say you will bring everyone else down...? [ This human. This wreck of a human man who has basically told her he'd let his disciple torture him, thinks that he can do that. She wants to laugh. ] I would like to see you try.