#his eyes drift and land on its prize: despite the hazy glow of a million lights Chongyun still shines the brightest in his periphery.

[kaykay-13]

“He sees a harbour full of lights, and he’s not impressed. How is he to be impressed by something he sees every day? He lets his gaze wander, and turns to the tumultuous sea, the ocean waves rising and falling, each crest like the wane of the moon — the moonlight flickers just like the stars, just like the million lanterns filling the sky, each one a fervent wish.

His legs dangle off the cliff, a little dance with danger — distantly he wonders how it would feel like to fall off and crash into the sea. Would Chongyun join him? Or would Chongyun look at him in horror, a hand reaching out but not quite grasping?

And as his gaze wanders, from harbour to sea to sky, so does his mind. From home to adventure to wishes. What is his wish then? What does he want so badly, that he looks to adepti for validation?

Chongyun, he thinks. I want Chongyun. 

But that’s ridiculous. He can’t yearn like this— shouldn’t desire like this. He has Chongyun, right here, right now, right beside him.

His eyes drift, and land on its prize: despite the hazy glow of a million lights, Chongyun still shines the brightest in his periphery.

He chokes on the image, feels it well up in his throat, like an ocean swell ready to drown him.

Chongyun, Chongyun, Chongyun.”