[ his grin slants, slightly smarmy, slightly brilliant, as he approaches to stand beside dan feng, glancing toward his likeness on the newsprint pad. light and shadow outline the still image of the dragon on the paper, a beauty to behold, the inky darkness of his hair contrasting with all of that soft, fair skin, shadows falling into the dips of his body, the curve of a nearly bare shoulder..
yingxing's gaze flicks away from it, and back to dan feng. ]
I wouldn't have guessed it. I think you're just a natural. [ a beat. ] How's the ink healed up?
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Hard to say. Maybe there isn't.
[ his grin slants, slightly smarmy, slightly brilliant, as he approaches to stand beside dan feng, glancing toward his likeness on the newsprint pad. light and shadow outline the still image of the dragon on the paper, a beauty to behold, the inky darkness of his hair contrasting with all of that soft, fair skin, shadows falling into the dips of his body, the curve of a nearly bare shoulder..
yingxing's gaze flicks away from it, and back to dan feng. ]
I wouldn't have guessed it. I think you're just a natural. [ a beat. ] How's the ink healed up?