[This kiss feels different from the rest. His face burns where she meets him everywhere—but, rather than wither, he finds his cheeks feverish and full when she draws out her next retreat, his countenance turning slack. This close, all things save for her eyes fade into the periphery of his half-lidded gaze with such totality that he briefly wonders what'll become of him were he to lose himself in her luster.
He can see them . . . Himself and her.
His hands shift slightly, feeling her against his palm. Anticipation bubbles in his chest at the thought of seeing another Yingying, and of her being seen after many long years within the wisteria, no matter the state of her. A heady wave washes over him, soaking him in a wide array of emotions. At the same time, a pang of sentimentality pierces his chest at the heartfelt vision before him.
A small smile nevertheless plays on Yi Sang's lips, followed by a faint, mirthful breath. The fete and her homeland may be no more, but her essence remains unchanged. She's still the Wisteria Fairy, who would hear and bless the wishes of others.]
My wishes have been granted. All that remains in this moment is to bless yours, and so I must wonder . . . whether you happen to have spare threads on hand for another sachet.
[For so long, Yingying's wishes have been rooted in the past and the present. Now that her sights are set on the future, he wants nothing more than to witness that dream become a reality. He wants to be there and share in the wonderment, so that the next step she takes isn't a lonely one.]
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He can see them . . . Himself and her.
His hands shift slightly, feeling her against his palm. Anticipation bubbles in his chest at the thought of seeing another Yingying, and of her being seen after many long years within the wisteria, no matter the state of her. A heady wave washes over him, soaking him in a wide array of emotions. At the same time, a pang of sentimentality pierces his chest at the heartfelt vision before him.
A small smile nevertheless plays on Yi Sang's lips, followed by a faint, mirthful breath. The fete and her homeland may be no more, but her essence remains unchanged. She's still the Wisteria Fairy, who would hear and bless the wishes of others.]
My wishes have been granted. All that remains in this moment is to bless yours, and so I must wonder . . . whether you happen to have spare threads on hand for another sachet.
[For so long, Yingying's wishes have been rooted in the past and the present. Now that her sights are set on the future, he wants nothing more than to witness that dream become a reality. He wants to be there and share in the wonderment, so that the next step she takes isn't a lonely one.]