[ it's a wonder he sleeps through that. not that reki had made much noise, but the movement, the smells. he sleeps through it all, but he pays for it in his dreams. it's a jumbled mess of red, flaming hair and smoke and gauze, and this weird, winding hallway whose exit just keeps getting further and further away the more he makes a run for it.
when qi fang finally wakes up, it's because his internal clock is screaming at him to. there's sunlight filtering into a room he doesn't immediately recognize, but soon enough the previous day's events start to trickle back into his brain. as is the realization there is a body tucked in close against his.
he looks and all he sees is red. harmless red hair, thankfully, rising and falling against the steady breathing of his own chest. qi fang looks again and he sees his own arms wrapped snug around that body, cradling it close.
he sighs, settling his head back onto the pillow, and spares a few moments just getting himself back in order.
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when qi fang finally wakes up, it's because his internal clock is screaming at him to. there's sunlight filtering into a room he doesn't immediately recognize, but soon enough the previous day's events start to trickle back into his brain. as is the realization there is a body tucked in close against his.
he looks and all he sees is red. harmless red hair, thankfully, rising and falling against the steady breathing of his own chest. qi fang looks again and he sees his own arms wrapped snug around that body, cradling it close.
he sighs, settling his head back onto the pillow, and spares a few moments just getting himself back in order.
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ah shit. he has morning wood. ]