“The choice is yours. What will you decide?” - jiaoqiu
What a strange impasse they'd come at. An interlude where they were barely a breath apart on the shores of Rainsoar Lake the healer had been spending more time upon on the long road of his recovery. A gentle breeze stirred ripples atop the placid lake, birdsong filtering from the treetops that bordered the pristine body of water. Jiaoqiu had almost tripped trying to find the entity, unseen and unknown compared to those around him, but Clear had caught him in time.
“The choice is yours. What will you decide?”
"Mind tellin' me what I'm makin' a choice between, Jiao-jan?" he murmured against the Foxian's lips, barely centimeters apart as the warmth of Jiaoqiu's body radiated into his being. arm, fluctuating with something Clear couldn't quite place.
"Well?"
