[ after he and dan heng had parted ways in the dank hallway underneath the resort, blade had done his utmost to put the memory from his mind entirely—to forget about the ghost of his dead lover and the man he used to be, the fact that now the one man he's sworn to destroy is privy to something so secret and tender. he'd done a good job of it, too, at least until now, but of course as he looks at the fall of dan heng's hair over the delicate scaffolding of his shoulders blade can't help but remember it all in detail.
he snorts in response. it's meant to be a derisive sound but it comes out mostly wry. ]
They needed someone who could handle a sword.
[ and they both know blade is the man for the job. maybe before their shared experience in the punishment room, there would have been some cruelty in the way blade says it—because of course dan heng knows blade can handle a sword, when dan heng has been on the business end of it so many times. but instead, while there's an edge to the words, it sounds almost... rote, like something blade adds because he knows he should, but not entirely because he means it.
no, no. of course he means it. dan heng's death is still his ultimate goal, and not even the pressures of a place like this will be enough to sway him.
blade manages to untie the ribbon fastened behind dan heng's neck, then lowers his hand to work on the even smaller metal fastenings holding the bodice around his ribcage. for some reason, the thought of what kind of movie dan heng might have been filming in an outfit like this is beginning to piss him off. ]
Well? [ he asks, even though he shouldn't and also he knows he's going to hate whatever dan heng says. ] Did you enjoy yourself?
no subject
he snorts in response. it's meant to be a derisive sound but it comes out mostly wry. ]
They needed someone who could handle a sword.
[ and they both know blade is the man for the job. maybe before their shared experience in the punishment room, there would have been some cruelty in the way blade says it—because of course dan heng knows blade can handle a sword, when dan heng has been on the business end of it so many times. but instead, while there's an edge to the words, it sounds almost... rote, like something blade adds because he knows he should, but not entirely because he means it.
no, no. of course he means it. dan heng's death is still his ultimate goal, and not even the pressures of a place like this will be enough to sway him.
blade manages to untie the ribbon fastened behind dan heng's neck, then lowers his hand to work on the even smaller metal fastenings holding the bodice around his ribcage. for some reason, the thought of what kind of movie dan heng might have been filming in an outfit like this is beginning to piss him off. ]
Well? [ he asks, even though he shouldn't and also he knows he's going to hate whatever dan heng says. ] Did you enjoy yourself?