the bright moon, the distant snow
17 Jun 2019
Song Lan comes to, his head aching and mouth dry.
He hears it then, a faint intake of breath, a ghost of a gasp.
Song Lan’s head snaps to the direction it came from, fingers instinctively curling around Fuxue’s sheath before he sees, and all air is driven from his lungs.
He would know that figure from anywhere.
Xiao XingChen lies a bit away from him, half slumped.
His dearest friend, if a bit thinner and emaciated than when Song Lan last saw him, right before his eyes.
- Part 1 of the bright moon, the distant snow