This is a love story. Blood is my ink— A scalpel my brush— The rising, curved, and falling stroke, The ebb and flow of qi— Your flesh is the paper on which I write the tale. In long years to come, You'll trace your ridged scars: A script you can't read. You're not meant to know. This is a story I'll take to my grave.
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timeasmymeasure
The Untamed, Wen Qing (& Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian)
Date: 2024-07-02 01:37 pm (UTC)Blood is my ink—
A scalpel my brush—
The rising, curved, and falling stroke,
The ebb and flow of qi—
Your flesh is the paper on which I write the tale.
In long years to come,
You'll trace your ridged scars:
A script you can't read.
You're not meant to know.
This is a story I'll take to my grave.