#[ i blame rereading some of our old stuff and getting feels bye ]

[fxndingsolace]

The night had continued without much interaction. Thoughts, however, plagued Yibo until the early hours when the morning doves sang and the world around them started to wake from its slumber. The two had remained unattached, laying next to each other despite the need for warmth and comfort. It was Yibo who sat up first, allowing the blankets to drape off his shoulders and fall to his side, causing the prince to look at the sleeping body next to him. 

With a gentleness he knew he shouldn’t be giving to the other, Yibo found himself covering the rebel with the extra fur blanket Wonbin had retrieved for him last night. He hated himself in that moment as he stared at his old friend, curled and cold to the touch (noticing when his fingers had accidentally skidded across the man’s arm). A frown appeared, regretting his selfishness and not daring to budge when they could have both been warm last night. But the past has already been done and he could only focus on the now, laying the second blanket on the rebel leader to allow him at least an hour of comfortable sleep.

He spent the morning next to the waterfall, eyes closed as he mediated and took in the world around him, allowing the sweet sounds of the water crashing down soothe his mind and soul.  Despite the world giving him an opportunity to escape once again, the young prince found himself unable to remove himself from this journey. He was put on this path for a reason and while the idea of home beckoned him, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart felt right now. 

Eventually the camp site awaken but the heir was unconcerned about the hustling and bustling of the rebel group moving about. Instead he kept his focus on the sounds of the waterfall, allowing his spirit to stay connected with the world until he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. It was then Yibo’s eyes opened to find Wonbin, who looked a lot better than he did a few hours ago. “Morning,” he said quietly, giving his focus to his ex-best friend, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “Slept well?” There was an unmistakable softness in his tone that concerned him but nonetheless continued to speak with. “I tried not to wake you.” 

 @latibulx