Sweat trickled down his temple.  He lifted his hand to wipe it away as he stared into the distance.  Sehun averted his gaze back to the ground he was plowing, the setting sun beating upon his crown.  His worn, dirty hands covered in the fresh earth, were swollen and brown.

~♦~

Luhan watched from the parlor's window, elbows resting on the window pane.  Time passed slowly for Luhan.  But it was dark and all he could see left of his father's slave, was a dark silhouette in rags.