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Han Joowon ([personal profile] mysophobe) wrote in [community profile] potosi 2019-12-23 07:11 pm (UTC)

(( Never before had loneliness troubled Zichen. Not at Baixue or after as he wandered with Xingchen. Perhaps because he never knew what it was like to be alone until Xingchen was no longer beside him. Indeed, he spent the last years looking for him, scouring the land for any signs, any rumors that might lead him back to Xiao Xingchen.

Now that apologies have been made and forgiveness granted… Well, the can never undo what’s been done, but they can move on from it. They’ve patched the wound and, with time, it will heal. But even so, it’s so easy to return to the halcyon days, to the breathless late-night musings, to dancing around the unspoken something that sparks in their air between them and leaves Song Lan feeling as if lightning struck the spot.

That why his hands shake and his breath stutters. A soft shuffle of robes accompanies his movement around the tub to settle behind Xingchen. Once more the cloth dips into the water, this time with a brush of long hair and the sleeve of a robe lightly against Xingchen’s exposed skin. Then the wet cloth moves across the back of his neck and shoulders. Slowly, gently. As if too much pressure would shatter the man in the bath. ))


I have missed you.

(( It’s barely more than a whisper. ))

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