#we were due for a starr meme let's be real here

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❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE [starrs]

❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE

The entire walk back home to the dingy flat had been silent and Qi Yue had been agonizing over how Jiaying was going to finally puncture it, and she was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to take it upon herself to do so. After her sister had come down to the jail to bust her out on bail, Qi Yue had to wonder how she had even found out about it. Probably figured after her sister had been missing a few days that the jail was one of the most likely places to check in order to find her. 

Qi Yue hadn’t used her one phone call to alert anyone – not Jiaying nor Rose, really the only two people who were even in her life. Both of them more than she deserved. Nineteen years old and she still was stumbling around, unable to figure anything out. Convinced onc more that she was forever going to be stuck in the gutter, how could she call either of them for a helping hand for them to try and carry her out of the own shitty mess that she had made? Rose was busy with practice with the Quidditch season starting up soon and Jiaying had her own life, spreading her kindness around the world – and all of it was merely an excuse and a piss poor one at that. 

And she knew it. 

Jiaying had been stuck with her since birth. Their mother had even said once that Qi Yue had practically been born dangerously feet first, practically holding onto the ankle of her sister as if ready to hit the ground running to hold onto her. When they had been younger, it had been easier to rationalize sticking to Jiaying’s side like glue. They were all each other had in a cruel world where their parents wouldn’t protect them but instead exploited Jiaying and her abilities.

Jiaying had needed her then. If only to be her shield Then they had grown and Jiaying had found her own voice, stubborn as she was, and Qi Yue had begun to realize that she could only hinder her sister, not help her. 

What good were fists of fury when they only wound up inevitably hitting the few people she cared for in the face? She didn’t have gentle hands like Jiaying, never had, never would. 

Her hands were currently haphazardly wrapped in gauze, make-shift work that the jail had done to stop the bleeding from the gashes on her knuckles where glass had sliced them open. She kept them pressed to her sides as Jiaying opened up Qi Yue’s flat with her copy of the key.

Qi Yue pushed her way inside after her sister, glancing over at her as Jiaying began cleanign up the clutter around the kitchen and finally breaking the silence. “You not going to say anything? Scold me, whatever?” She pursed her lips, ready to begin the arguing, unsure if she even had the energy for it. 

“I love you,” her sister instead countered, exasperation clear in her voice. “But don’t you ever get tired of this?” 

Qi Yue knew how to fight. It was the one thing she really knew how to do. Yet she still hadn’t discovered how to fight for herself. Throwing up a shrug, she didn’t respond to her sister’s affections. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” she responded flatly, making a beeline for the bathroom. The water had been due to be cut off that weekend because she had once again neglected to pay the bill, but there was a window that was attached to the fire escape that she could crawl out of.