demagogol asked: LISTEN I SWEAR LAST ASK OF THE NIGHT but i just went to my inbox and misread lien as lymond. can you fucking imagine. the pink gaze sorrowed
GOGOL I’M SORRY I HAD TO PUBLISH THIS BECAUSE I’M D Y I N G. HELP HELP FUCK
"—Afraid I might puncture the cocoon of antic detachment. What we see is acting, isn’t it, Lien?"
"Is it?" she said derisively. "You won’t get your headdress back, I fear, when the curtain comes down. My present face is the provident, forbearing one." The smiling eyes turned on her were empty. "De los alamos vengo, tia. From the stews and alleyways of Europe with a taste for play acting—yes—and killing and treason and crimes, they say, nameless and enticingly erotic. Haven’t I been worth five years’ excellent gossip to you? Are you not all waiting agog to see me seize my cousin by the nape of the neck? When I think of it I am a public benefactor.”
"Chattering ape!" Ming took a hand in the game, full of rage and pity for Qian and hatred for the glittering ghost who had just seized his emeralds. "What’s poor Xiang ever done to you except get your idiot consort killed?"
The red eyes were speculative. “That, in the main,” she agreed. “And been spectacularly annoying.”