[ what a disorienting thing, to awaken like this - after being stretched apart and pushed together, after the wormhole sent lu bixing into a tailspin -- no. no, he was already in a tailspin, he was already in one, because the relaxant wore off and lu bixing wasn't hallucinating a single second of it.
he's real.
lin jingheng is real, and he's still here, and -
when the disorienting sensation of arrival clears, he's dizzy and a little nauseous. ten years could have passed, or twenty, or five minutes, or ten seconds, who knows? there's the sense that he died. did he die? does he care?
he doesn't.
lu bixing realizes with a start that he's in a different position than he was just before. his head snaps up, looking left, right, like a panicked animal, and then he spots - well, strange clothes, but he spots lin jingheng and just reaches out and grabs him, hands fisting tight in the front of that jumpsuit.
his hands are shaking. he's wide eyed and sucks in a short, shallow breath. ] Lin.
weekend 0, friday. :)
he's real.
lin jingheng is real, and he's still here, and -
when the disorienting sensation of arrival clears, he's dizzy and a little nauseous. ten years could have passed, or twenty, or five minutes, or ten seconds, who knows? there's the sense that he died. did he die? does he care?
he doesn't.
lu bixing realizes with a start that he's in a different position than he was just before. his head snaps up, looking left, right, like a panicked animal, and then he spots - well, strange clothes, but he spots lin jingheng and just reaches out and grabs him, hands fisting tight in the front of that jumpsuit.
his hands are shaking. he's wide eyed and sucks in a short, shallow breath. ] Lin.