[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 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.]