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The taste of copper, smell of hot ash, all he could hear was distant screams. The marching of foot steps. An army filing in.
Closer.
Clashing of metal. The sound of war but none in sight. Nothing could be seen. Smoke, dirt, moisture in the air.
More screaming. Getting closer.
Lungs burning with every breath. Figures moving in the shadows.
Closer.
He reaches for his blade, his foot stumbles, hands reach out and grab him-
Xiao Ge woke with a silent gasp, sitting up and clutching his chest. His ears were ringing and his heart was pounding. Trying to ground himself, he took note of his senses.
Cold? ...yes, he was cool, his body was moist from sweating which made a shiver run up his spine. It smelled...damp? Stale plastic. A tent.
He was in a tent, a sleeping bag half draped across his lower body. He felt the cool ground beneath the mat he was sitting on. He was in the mountains, it was cold.. it was snowing to be precise.
Two legs, two arms, head, two hands, one was cold and one was-
Xiao Ge glance down to his hand that was wrapped in a warm hold. Wu Xie's hand was interlocked with his own.
Wu Xie. His Wu Xie.
He remembered, Xiao Ge was no longer defending the gate. They had come to get him. So far that's all he could remember but over the past couple of days it was slowly coming back to him, and what he couldn't remember- he had been reminded.
Of his life, of his friends. Of Wu Xie.
His heart settled, he felt a calmness that he hadn't felt in over 10 years. He tightened his grasp and lay down beside his sleeping soulmate. Wu Xie shifted slightly, in his sleeping state he brought up his other hand to reach out, to take hold of Xiao Ge's arm.
Xiao Ge stared at the sleeping man infront of him and felt a true happiness that he would never be able to describe to anyone if they asked.
No matter what the future will hold, he will be okay. He will have his life, his friends. He will have Wu Xie.