#i've made it to the second draft but oh man. ohhh man i have no idea how this ends and also no idea how to get from the middle to the end

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

A skitter of rocks somewhere behind him that could be the wind or nothing, and the decision is made. Shen Wei is running without thought, without direction, the panicked homebound instinct of the abandoned. the grass grey in the darkness, swishing above his knees, hiding burrows and stones big enough to turn an ankle. When he comes back to himself, he’s —  standing on the outcropping where he and Kunlun had gone so many times to speak is there, even though the boulders have long been displaced and even the stars overhead are different. He’s hit with a wave of grief so great he can’t stand. So he sits, and gives up. There’s nobody here to see him fall apart, so he can do it. Great quiet sobs, curled against a rock the closest approximation to the one he’d sat on when Kunlun had named him.

from the down draft of the starlight fic. deciding how to portray shen wei's dirt nap has been extremely fun. figuring out how to convey the experience to the reader has been extremely challenging.