round 06, challenge four: entry #07
Title: Multitudes
Fandom and Pairing: EXO, Luhan.
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: Picture prompt.
Summary: City lights sprawl out beneath his feet as Luhan considers from the top of his world.
Warnings: None
The reflection from the flash blinds him monetarily, lights like stars swirling in his eyes as he hits delete on autopilot. He squints, but the afterimage washes out the city, spread below on the other side of the glass.
He'd slipped in just before closing time, DSLR around his neck, the perfect facsimile of an Asian tourist. "I want to go see," he'd said. "I'll go with you," Yixing had offered, but Luhan had insisted he'd rather go alone.
The PA signals ten minutes before elevator service ends-Luhan brushes his fingers against the window, staring down at lives blurred into a kaleidoscope of colour. He wonders if any of them are fans, if someone is meeting his eyes, too far away to see. He looks down, straight down, willing the pit of his stomach to drop in vertigo. He clings to the glass anyway.
"可以吗？" he hears and whirls, a name on the tip of his tongue-but it's just a couple hand-in-hand and Luhan smiles awkwardly when he catches their eye.
There's something soothing about being one among multitudes, he thinks, as he turns back to the window, flash off, just in time to snap one last picture.
Click.
Fandom and Pairing: EXO, Luhan.
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Prompt/s Used: Picture prompt.
Summary: City lights sprawl out beneath his feet as Luhan considers from the top of his world.
Warnings: None
The reflection from the flash blinds him monetarily, lights like stars swirling in his eyes as he hits delete on autopilot. He squints, but the afterimage washes out the city, spread below on the other side of the glass.
He'd slipped in just before closing time, DSLR around his neck, the perfect facsimile of an Asian tourist. "I want to go see," he'd said. "I'll go with you," Yixing had offered, but Luhan had insisted he'd rather go alone.
The PA signals ten minutes before elevator service ends-Luhan brushes his fingers against the window, staring down at lives blurred into a kaleidoscope of colour. He wonders if any of them are fans, if someone is meeting his eyes, too far away to see. He looks down, straight down, willing the pit of his stomach to drop in vertigo. He clings to the glass anyway.
"可以吗？" he hears and whirls, a name on the tip of his tongue-but it's just a couple hand-in-hand and Luhan smiles awkwardly when he catches their eye.
There's something soothing about being one among multitudes, he thinks, as he turns back to the window, flash off, just in time to snap one last picture.
Click.