He turns onto his other side so he can look at Luhan by the fire.  His eye is okay now.  There’s a cut running down his cheek, a purple bruise blooming around it.  He’s sitting on a crate, his elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced and twitching in a nervous manner while he worries his bottom lip with something akin to passion.  He looks better.  He has proper boots, trousers that are just his size, and a black t-shirt that isn’t worn-out and shredded.  There’s something hanging from his neck, a silver necklace of some sort, but Kris can’t see it all that well. 

Then Luhan is looking right at Kris, his eyes shiny as always.  He stops chewing on his bottom lip, letting it slowly—so slowly—pop out from between his teeth, all red and swollen.  Kris finds himself swallowing under Luhan’s heavy gaze.  A few strands of blond hair fall into his eyes, reminding him of all the time that’s passed since he’d last gotten a haircut.  He doesn’t even bother brushing it out of the way, doesn’t bother moving at all.

Sehun gives up trying to feed Luhan porridge and stands up, his shoulders hunched.  Luhan doesn’t react, just keeps on watching Kris.

They don’t know how long they do this.  They just know that somehow, in each other’s gazes, they find that tiny remnant of peace and calm that they both crave. 

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Wordcount: Around 30 k
Genre: Dystopian, military, action, angst
Published: April 22nd, 2014
Featured: October 20th, 2016 (thank you soooo much!)
Warnings: Cursing, blood, mentions of death, torture; PTSD, panic attack

Shout-out to emchan for betaing this!
 

If you find anything else there that is triggering and should be pointed out in the foreword, let me know. 

Do check out the soundtrack and do let me know what you think. 

Happy reading and thanks for checking it out!