He's still alive. That single thought resonates through Sehun's skull when he touches a rift stone, Luhan appearing by his side in an instant, materialising out of nothing but thin air and dust particles. He's still alive.
Luhan smiles and Sehun looks him up and down briefly, for any signs of smeared blood, leftover healing magic. Luhan tilts his head in confusion, utters Sehun's title as a question, and that's all it takes for Sehun to throw his arms around his Pawn. The action teeters Luhan slightly, but he lets Sehun bury his face in his shoulder, strokes his Master's hair.
"What is it, Arisen?" he asks after a few silent moments. "Did something happen?"
"You - you died," Sehun whispers, and Luhan widens his eyes. "I saw you die, Luhan. I couldn't even reach you in time, but I felt your blood with my hands."
Sehun lifts his head, cups Luhan's cheeks. "So how can it be that you're here?"
"Because you're here, Arisen," Luhan says, weak guilt across his face, though unfased by the hands on his face. "A Pawn cannot truly die while their Master lives. As long as you live, as long as your hand touches a rift stone, I will return to you."
Sehun lowers his hands, but Luhan grabs them within his own, feeling his Master shake with fear. "Did the others say nothing?"
"They tried," Sehun sighs, "they couldn't seem to understand why I was so frantic, telling me of the rift stone."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Master. It should have been my duty."
Sehun sucks in a breath at Luhan's sorry eyes, runs a thumb over his knuckles and shakes his head. Luhan's concept of death is weak unlike his, he doesn't know the sheer terror of it. But Luhan holds him, whispers that it's okay to cry.
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