The scene grew tangled in a matter of seconds, from confusion and hesitation to a continuation of the participants' most dominant feelings. FengLi, or Long Feng, whoever was in control at that moment, seemed to want to continue their dance at the heart of things.
There was a small piece of him that wanted freedom from the never-ending cycle, but… but there were actual feelings involved. He had feelings for both the dragon and the snake. It wasn't something that happened overnight, but enduring feelings they had nurtured over several lifetimes.
It wasn't just Long Feng who felt like he was parched. The other two seemed equally entangled, thirsting for something beyond their grasp. It was confusing, and even for someone who'd lived so many lives and should have a wealth of wisdom, it was hard to extricate himself from the moment, especially when things had already taken this turn.
