Yu Tu forced himself to step deeper into the night, trying to not think about how very unnerving it was to be frowned upon with disapproval by an owl, even more so when that owl was your own daemon (she had never looked and felt so disappointed in him before); they eventually came to a halt at a bus stop, which, of course, included a large advertisement panel dominated by her face, looking upwards as if preparing to transcend to Heaven, while Feng Jiu nosed her cheek.
As the white electric bulb over the ad flickered, buzzed, then died, Yu Tu tried not to notice how his own daemon continues to stare longingly at her nine-tailed fox even after the image has sunk into darkness.
“I hope Feng Jiu can forgive us – forgive me – one day,” Zi Wei said into the night, as Yu Tu could only bow his head, “he had an inkling it would turn out like this, and begged me to make you see sense, because we’ll just end up regretting tonight in the end.”
You Are My Glory
Yu Tu forced himself to step deeper into the night, trying to not think about how very unnerving it was to be frowned upon with disapproval by an owl, even more so when that owl was your own daemon (she had never looked and felt so disappointed in him before); they eventually came to a halt at a bus stop, which, of course, included a large advertisement panel dominated by her face, looking upwards as if preparing to transcend to Heaven, while Feng Jiu nosed her cheek.
As the white electric bulb over the ad flickered, buzzed, then died, Yu Tu tried not to notice how his own daemon continues to stare longingly at her nine-tailed fox even after the image has sunk into darkness.
“I hope Feng Jiu can forgive us – forgive me – one day,” Zi Wei said into the night, as Yu Tu could only bow his head, “he had an inkling it would turn out like this, and begged me to make you see sense, because we’ll just end up regretting tonight in the end.”