A beautiful house on the green meadow. His mother always asked him if it was too small but to them it was perfect. Just the right size for Lu Han and his love.
He pushes his way through what was formerly the study. It was the study wasn’t it? His love used to spend the mornings singing to the sun while enjoying a cup of black coffee. Then he would go down and make breakfast for the both of them. Everyone would joke that Lu Han was lucky to have him, but then his love would shoot right back. Saying that he was the luckiest person in the world to have Lu Han.
Through the ash Lu Han finds the coffee mug. The one his love uses every morning with the little chip on the rim.
Lu Han holds the mug close to his chest. Hands stained black leaving all kinds of unseemly smudges on the mug. It was okay though, he could clean it up as soon as he found his love.
The crews had left long ago, leaving Lu Han on his knees to sift through the ash alone with the stars on a muggy summer night. As soon as he finds his love Lu Han definitely needs a shower.
It’s not easy work and Lu Han feels the sweat creep ever closer to his eyes. His palms are smudged an ugly black with soot so he uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. His eyes are are definitely dry, it’s only sweat that’s all. Sweat rolling down his temples and cheeks, lord knows how long he’s been out here digging.
It will all be okay though. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to laughing over his terrible beatboxing. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to singing to the birds in the mornings with black coffee.
Lu Han crawls through the ashes of his former love.
Re: prompt 2 team lu han
A beautiful house on the green meadow. His mother always asked him if it was too small but to them it was perfect. Just the right size for Lu Han and his love.
He pushes his way through what was formerly the study. It was the study wasn’t it? His love used to spend the mornings singing to the sun while enjoying a cup of black coffee. Then he would go down and make breakfast for the both of them. Everyone would joke that Lu Han was lucky to have him, but then his love would shoot right back. Saying that he was the luckiest person in the world to have Lu Han.
Through the ash Lu Han finds the coffee mug. The one his love uses every morning with the little chip on the rim.
Lu Han holds the mug close to his chest. Hands stained black leaving all kinds of unseemly smudges on the mug. It was okay though, he could clean it up as soon as he found his love.
The crews had left long ago, leaving Lu Han on his knees to sift through the ash alone with the stars on a muggy summer night. As soon as he finds his love Lu Han definitely needs a shower.
It’s not easy work and Lu Han feels the sweat creep ever closer to his eyes. His palms are smudged an ugly black with soot so he uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. His eyes are are definitely dry, it’s only sweat that’s all. Sweat rolling down his temples and cheeks, lord knows how long he’s been out here digging.
It will all be okay though. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to laughing over his terrible beatboxing. As soon as he finds his love they can go back to singing to the birds in the mornings with black coffee.
Lu Han crawls through the ashes of his former love.