where you find light

Zhang Qiling loved dawn. It was quiet, still, the sun sending the softest of fingers to dance over the landscape, refracting off the dew-laden grass and painting the land in warmth. But more than even the most beautiful of sunrises, he loved this: Wu Xie slowly waking, his nose wrinkling in the sweetest of smiles at the sight of the face hovering above his, his breath catching at the touch of Zhang Qiling's fingers on his face. These things were more precious than any dawn, and they humbled Zhang Qiling every time.