( against all odds, they survived, if only to sustain and rebuild their struggling communities. her regrets are many, but a small voice rises above her many thoughts and insists on attempting to live for now. it seems impossible, for wen qing, but the single reminder of a comb once left and once returned had led her to question her own stance.
her life has only ever been spent navigating sect politics, healing others, and, most importantly, protecting her family. there was never room for romance. he had always been there, standing on the other side of the many walls they had built around each other. perhaps the truth can help to set them free.
it is strange, to live honestly and openly.
she seems antsy on the day he is set to arrive, suddenly aware of how rough her hands have become, regardless of how much ointment she had used on them the night before. her clothes, her lack of finery - none of those matter to her, at least, and she suspects it won't matter to him either. still. she waits at the border of her small village, ready to greet him. )
some slightly happier au 💖
her life has only ever been spent navigating sect politics, healing others, and, most importantly, protecting her family. there was never room for romance. he had always been there, standing on the other side of the many walls they had built around each other. perhaps the truth can help to set them free.
it is strange, to live honestly and openly.
she seems antsy on the day he is set to arrive, suddenly aware of how rough her hands have become, regardless of how much ointment she had used on them the night before. her clothes, her lack of finery - none of those matter to her, at least, and she suspects it won't matter to him either. still. she waits at the border of her small village, ready to greet him. )