[he immediately stops at the ‘don't!’ and reopens his eyes, staring first at wei wuxian's hand holding his own then redirecting to his face, his eyebrows lifted in half-surprise, half-confusion, but he doesn't struggle when he's pulled into an embrace. actually, sizhui leans into it, moving his free arm to wrap around the other man, a soft, slightly quivering breath escaping him afterward.
the poor boy doesn't realize, doesn't even notice wei wuxian's other hand moving, too preoccupied with his apologizing.] It's okay, you don't have to apologize. It's okay— [and then it's around his throat, squeezing, cutting off air-flow.]
Wh...at...? N-No!
[see? you want to help him and he wants you dead! no, no, that isn't right. like he'd said before, something is wrong, something that's driven him to do this. his arm withdraws from around wei wuxian, he reaches with that hand, clenching his wrist and attempting to pull.]Stop, [he strains, yanking at his opposite hand too.] Stop—!
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the poor boy doesn't realize, doesn't even notice wei wuxian's other hand moving, too preoccupied with his apologizing.] It's okay, you don't have to apologize. It's okay— [and then it's around his throat, squeezing, cutting off air-flow.]
Wh...at...? N-No!
[see? you want to help him and he wants you dead! no, no, that isn't right. like he'd said before, something is wrong, something that's driven him to do this. his arm withdraws from around wei wuxian, he reaches with that hand, clenching his wrist and attempting to pull.] Stop, [he strains, yanking at his opposite hand too.] Stop—!