[ he experiences a moment of gut-wrenching mortal terror... an instant frozen in time, with seemingly no beginning or end. (it feels like he probably screamed real loud, but... he can't really be sure...) the sky is down there, the ground is up there, and he's spinning, yet suspended, in motion yet eternally still...
and then, before he even has time to think (and yet after days, months, years might have passed)...
he's safe in yan qing's arms. with solid ground reassuringly close by underneath them.
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and then, before he even has time to think (and yet after days, months, years might have passed)...
he's safe in yan qing's arms. with solid ground reassuringly close by underneath them.
another instant, eternal second goes by. ]
Yan Qing...