Too far, too long

Seven years, that was the estimated time that Wujiu would’ve been gone fighting across the seas.

Not twenty. No, definitely not twenty. 1863, with a husband and a kingdom to get back to, Wujiu left for war. Across the seas with countless men. Well, to most. Wujiu knew, he had known all 700 men by name. They had been his friends, his comrades.

It was a fraction of their population in their kingdom, and not many were lost! Thanks to Wujiu’s fast thinking and easily adaptable skills in combat. But twenty years… it had been so long since he’d been home. He just wanted to go home.

And when he arrived… it was nearly the same. With an air of stress and subtle desperation. When their ships were docked and he made sure everyone, dead or alive, was accounted for, and in their way home. He all but ran to the heart of the kingdom.

The relief in the air was strong. So was the loss from family of those who had lost a warrior. They partially blamed Wujiu, and the Captain was aware of that. He blamed himself for everyone’s loss.

But as he made it to the palace and saw the ruler, his husband, his Bi’an, he could almost forget about the trail of bodies he left behind him.

He was never one for so much affection, but at that moment, after twenty years, he’s never hugged someone faster.

“Oh god…” He whispered, his voice shaking. “Oh my god… you’re- okay.”

He breathed, relieved. Bi’an only laughed kindly as his relief. “I was never the one in danger, my dear, Wujiu.”

Despite his words, how tightly he grasped Wujiu spoke volumes. Showing how not only did Wujiu want to come home to him, but that Bi’an wanted him to come home.

If there was a class for what was meant to happened after you returned from twenty years of war, Wujiu would’ve taken it. But he did the first thing that came to mind, after a kiss of course, he cried. Right there in his husbands arms. Something he’d rarely ever done before. If anyone else present saw, they said nothing.

“Oh… oh god…”