Warning: a little dash of nasty, some sprinkle of mild gore, topped with some wriggly fun.
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They halted in the bleak silence, with only the sounds of their heart drumming against their chest keeping them company. Their breathing ragged, adding vapours to the surrounding fog.
Who or what was YueQin talking about?
The candle flame flickered, growing weak as the moist air circled and suffocated it little by little. Fearing the light would die out, MingYu stepped closer, shielding it from the wind while letting the quivering flame calm his mind and ease his racing heart. There was warmth where ever the faint light caressed him, and even as they stood among the unknown, he felt safe as long as he could still see the light.
