[he's trying to, thanks! fuck! also no he did stagger back before doing that, taako can be spared the pen neck blood unless you want it to have gotten on him, in which case yes. he has blood, because nie huaisang has a lot of blood, but not for long.
he can tell, from the dizziness and the blood spilling from him, that this is going to be it. so he just... he ignores taako, because what else is he going to do, kill him? come snap his neck and end it quicker, he doesn't mind. he won't care.
nie huaisang is focused elsewhere, instead, turning to beau; this is exactly what he didn't want her to have to see, much less to do, but they used to have an agreement. he wishes they could have kept it, even if it would have been terrible. she can't move, but...
he tries. he's lightheaded, he's getting faint, he's... he was already freezing, so he can't tell much of a difference there, shivering as he tries to move closer to where she is. he just-- he wants to be there, after they didn't get to be close last night, didn't get to this morning and won't now. neither of them knew friday night was the last time.
his knees hit the snow again before he can reach the edge of the ring. a part of him is reminded, in that moment, of something years ago. of himself, screaming, hurrying toward nie mingjue. of his brother collapsing before he could reach him one last time.
so this is how they all die, is it?
nie huaisang falls forward as his vision starts to go dark, one arm outstretched. he can't reach.
he manages a small smile anyway, tears pricking his eyes. he tried. she knows he did.
it'll take a short time after he's fallen unconscious, red soaking the snow beneath his throat, but-
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he can tell, from the dizziness and the blood spilling from him, that this is going to be it. so he just... he ignores taako, because what else is he going to do, kill him? come snap his neck and end it quicker, he doesn't mind. he won't care.
nie huaisang is focused elsewhere, instead, turning to beau; this is exactly what he didn't want her to have to see, much less to do, but they used to have an agreement. he wishes they could have kept it, even if it would have been terrible. she can't move, but...
he tries. he's lightheaded, he's getting faint, he's... he was already freezing, so he can't tell much of a difference there, shivering as he tries to move closer to where she is. he just-- he wants to be there, after they didn't get to be close last night, didn't get to this morning and won't now. neither of them knew friday night was the last time.
his knees hit the snow again before he can reach the edge of the ring. a part of him is reminded, in that moment, of something years ago. of himself, screaming, hurrying toward nie mingjue. of his brother collapsing before he could reach him one last time.
so this is how they all die, is it?
nie huaisang falls forward as his vision starts to go dark, one arm outstretched. he can't reach.
he manages a small smile anyway, tears pricking his eyes. he tried. she knows he did.
it'll take a short time after he's fallen unconscious, red soaking the snow beneath his throat, but-
nie huaisang is dead.]