When wheels scrape concrete into sparks of imagination, light flashes two lives together in a seaside town that frowns about diversity. Luhan ravels in it and Yixing tags his life onto every surface. Together they carve history into their skin with the discovery of how midnight is purest when wading bare skinned through a sea of mosquitos. 

So I just started writing this in the airport on the way home. My flight is delayed, I have had a few brewskis and I just got back from Annapolis which is such a cute little bay town. This story just popped into my head. I love it already. I haven't written strictly layhan in a while and this fills up my feels. Woot! Haha.