Yeah but what if I made angst for my SY being SQQ’s reflection au?
Shen Qingqiu’s hair being a mess, his fingernails—normally properly cleaned—having semi-dried blood gunked up beneath them. His hair is a mess, his eyes are wild and slightly red rimmed. Before him was a shattered vanity mirror, every care product he’d gotten to treat himself lay scattered across the floor as Shen Qingqiu breathed almost heavily. His hair looked wild-as if left uncombed and pulled at relentlessly.
“A-Yuan..”
His voice cracked slightly, vulnerability that he’d swore to never show again seeping out. His emerald eyes—muddled, murky, and grief ridden—scanning every fragment of the broken mirror. Only his reflection stared back at him. There was no Shen Yuan to laugh at his appearance and coax him afterwards. There was no Shen Yuan to gossip with when his martial siblings were being irritating. There was no laugh akin to the noise the cloth would make when Shen Qingqiu cleaned the surface of his mirror.
The only person in that mirror was Shen Qingqiu alone. A person Shen Qingqiu never wanted to see again.
Not at the cost of Shen Yuan.
