Open Post: Yiling Patriarch Edition

[singlelogbridge]

The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemn
What they can't comprehend must meet its end

But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction
No, I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch


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[pluckily]

Is it?

[ the man's dead. everyone who was in the compound is dead. only their killer remains, and sailor venus can focus on him finally. young, exhausted, driven by rage—all traits she can identify with.

she knows her limits, though. she doesn't know his.

her hands are empty, at her sides again. her chain is again only a chain wound around her waist. her eyes are as blue and as hard as sapphires when she puts to him, ] What's the plan? You have your vengeance. What's next?

[singlelogbridge]

[He shrugs, eyes locked onto something in the distance before they migrate back to her. Eventually he shakes his head.]

You can kill me now if you want to. I won't fight. [There's no point now. He's done what he needed to do. Wen Chao is dead. Jiang Cheng has a core. He has very little use to offer them now. If he dies too, maybe it'll be for the best. But...]

If you don't, then I'll go back to protect what's left of my family. My brother is angry and...and in a lot of pain, not that he'll ever admit it. My sister is grieving and trying to take care of him. I'll look after them. They're all I have left.

[pluckily]

[ artemis hangs back, quiet. they do not need to speak for her to know artemis does not like or trust this guy. she does not know that she can, either. two bodies lie near her, the one artemis rescued, and the one puppeted against her. more lie at her back in the smoking ruins.

he does not flinch when she rises to her feet. he does not beg or put his arms up or move against her. she studies him for a long moment, kneeling on the grass. the wind pulls at her hair and his.

sailor venus offers him a gloved hand. ] You haven't said your name.

[ her grave expression has cleared. her smile, though small, is warm—sunlight peering out behind storm clouds. ]