#and the angle making it so u can barely see yun jins face or expression <3 can only imagine how she might be feeling

[theladyfae]

"do you still want me dead?" asks shenhe lowly, gently pressing the dagger back into yun jin's trembling hands. she lets the touch linger for a moment, two, as long as it takes for yun jin's fingers to curl around it, and then brings both of their hands together, the handle held between them. (yun jin still doesn't speak, just stares at her, shakes with barely restrained anger.) "there are many who share a similar sentiment, ms. yun. but i do not know them, and they do not know me," - here, shenhe guides their joint hands up so that the blade rests lightly against her pulse point, just shy of digging into the skin of her neck as she continues speaking - "not as i have let you know me. my heart began to beat for you the second i saw you, yun jin. if you decide it is not worthy of beating any longer, who am i to stand in your way?" and she means it. yun jin can tell she means it, that this wonderful, beautiful, stupid general will roll over and let a lowly performer kill her because she is simply too infatuated to even think about trying to change her assassin's mind, that she believes it must be a personal grudge (although how could it be, with all that she makes yun jin feel?) and the ridiculousness of it all half makes yun jin want to slit her throat even more. her hatred of the idea must shine in her eyes, because shenhe simply sighs and tips her head back lightly, allows the knife to press deeper against her throat, and now yun jin wishes she were dead herself, if it meant she were anywhere but here.

shenjin art after weeks of art block

ty for the inspo @theladyfae😁😁😁