wip wednesday
In the drifting silence of his empty apartment, Shen Wei presses the door shut, turns the lock. And then, like his body was waiting until he was alone, his legs give out. Shen Wei tips/topples against/into the wall, sinks down to sitting on the front mat/in the entryway.
He sits there for a long time, curled into himself with his arms around his knees. The whole time, his body braced for the sound of Zhao Yunlan’s door opening, the sound of footsteps crossing the hall. Waiting, again, for Kunlun to return to him.
But no sound comes from outside his door.
At last, Shen Wei tips his head back against the wall, lets out a soft, streaming sigh. The sound trembles in the still air. It’s the closest he’s come to crying in years, that he can remember.
from the up draft of the answer fic. im cutting it veryyyyyy close to the deadline this time ahahaha (nervous!) but the writing is going relatively smoothly (knocks on wood) and i think it'll turn out pretty delicious!!
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*crawls in, dragging body across the floor*
*panting*
it's out, you guys... chapter 7 is out...
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after aggressively absorbing every piece of half life media this past month, ive come to this conclusion
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the site i bought my kuukou wig from likes to give names to their cosplay wigs and the one i bought was named ‘jiro’ so if i pull this wig off, legends couldn’t tell a better story lmao
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