[podfic of] silent and immutable as snow
He reaches for Wen Kexing's hands; touching Wen Kexing has become as natural as breathing, or perhaps it's the other way around. Being with Wen Kexing means being alive, or maybe not something quite so all-consuming as being alive, but rather the many smaller intimacies that coalesce into a life: Wen Kexing is the click of chopsticks at a common table and the rustle of blankets in a shared bed.
Wen Kexing's hands are cooler than normal. At first, Zhou Zishu attributes it to the chill of the room, but when he feels for a pulse in his wrist and finds nothing, his stomach curdles like souring milk.
Thank you Fairy for the beta and encouragement! Title is (loosely) from the line "Taniquetil shining, whiter than snow, colder than death, silent, immutable, terrible as the shadow of the light of Ilúvatar" from the Akallabêth.
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I think we all wonder what happened between ep 36 and the little slip of a last episode - this is a lovely imagining of what it might have been. If you love it, go let el know! And thank you as ever for el and now spinifex for helping me w code, to which I am allergic! Streaming will happen when I figure it out! <3