[and he takes the fist, not even moving or trying to pull away -- just scowling, not really at her, and making sure he keeps his grip on Ling's body to not drop him.]
It was impossible for me not to! Do you believe I wished to do this?
[The only things that keeps her from taking a second swing is that he is still holding Ling and the simple fact that he isn't retaliating at all to give her the excuse to.]
[She trembled with the sheer force of will it took to keep from striking at him again, swallowed any retort simply because it would lead to a break in her already shaky control.]
[She reaches for him, and even though she is a tiny thing she takes Ling's weight without showing any outward strain. And it's the slack weight in her arms that finally makes it real, makes the bottom fall out of her stomach and something inside of her break.]
[She says nothing more to Gilgamesh, letting the venomous look in her eyes say everything for her as she backs step by step into the apartment. If she remained at all something would snap and she would either crumble right there over Ling's body or simply attack Gilgamesh in blind fury.]
[Inside, she catches the door with her foot at makes to slam it in his face.]
[and it's all to tempting simply to leave it at that, let her close the door on him and just forget about the Prince of Xing altogether.
but there's something in him -- possessiveness, concern, perhaps, but no, that would be foolish -- that makes him step forward, putting his own foot in the way of the door before she can fully close it.]
[She snarls, gripping Ling's body harder to keep from losing either him or her balance--she wasn't fit to carry his weight other than in a fireman's hold but it seemed too impersonal now. She turns and slumps her back against the door, hoping her and Ling's combined weight would smash the bastard's foot in the door.]
Leave.
[She wishes her voice held the same control it had in the hall, but it's not going to hold much longer. She screws her eyes shut against the sting threatening to come through and presses her forehead to Ling's still temple.]
[there's a surge of anger at that -- Ling was his, his possession, his subject, his his his and even if he was her master she had no right to keep him from him, his King. it should be his call as it what happens now, and when the door slams shut -- he almost snarls as he pulls his foot out of the way of the door, glaring sullen, uselessly at that shut entrance for a few long moments.
before there's the audible sound of him turning, stepping away, practically fuming. he didn't care.
Ling was dead anyway. it didn't matter what happened to him now.]
[Lan Fan can hear as he turns, his steps receding. She exhales heavily near Ling's neck, the coppery smell of his blood filling her nose. Her legs shake, her arms scream for holding his weight like this, but she refuses to fall there at the door and pushes forward in a rush to his room, setting him on top of the bed there.]
[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
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Date: 2013-01-06 05:53 am (UTC)It was impossible for me not to! Do you believe I wished to do this?
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:04 am (UTC)[She trembled with the sheer force of will it took to keep from striking at him again, swallowed any retort simply because it would lead to a break in her already shaky control.]
Give him to me.
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:06 am (UTC)I would kill you for laying a mark upon me but I am in no mood for a fight. Consider yourself fortunate.
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:21 am (UTC)[She says nothing more to Gilgamesh, letting the venomous look in her eyes say everything for her as she backs step by step into the apartment. If she remained at all something would snap and she would either crumble right there over Ling's body or simply attack Gilgamesh in blind fury.]
[Inside, she catches the door with her foot at makes to slam it in his face.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:30 am (UTC)but there's something in him -- possessiveness, concern, perhaps, but no, that would be foolish -- that makes him step forward, putting his own foot in the way of the door before she can fully close it.]
What will you do with him?
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:39 am (UTC)Leave.
[She wishes her voice held the same control it had in the hall, but it's not going to hold much longer. She screws her eyes shut against the sting threatening to come through and presses her forehead to Ling's still temple.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:49 am (UTC)before there's the audible sound of him turning, stepping away, practically fuming. he didn't care.
Ling was dead anyway. it didn't matter what happened to him now.]
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Date: 2013-01-07 02:42 am (UTC)[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
[She finally let her tears fall.]