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Changmin turns to his side. Yunho’s still got his eyes on the horizon, intent on scouring the distance to ensure there is no impending ambush. He’s taken off his scabbard, and his gauntlets, just so that he can push the sweat-soaked hair that’s fallen out of his topknot out of his eyes. His crimson cape flutters in the strong wind, hem stained and muddy.
There’s a splatter of dried blood high up on his unscarred cheek, but his face is untouched and the blood probably belongs to one of his messier kills. Other than that, his face is remarkably clean for someone fighting with it uncovered, and the way his dark eyes are narrowed in concentration just emphasises how much like a fox he looks.
Changmin's mother had received a white snow fox as a gift from the higher lands about a year ago, when Yunho was away getting mutilated by the Hans. The expression on the vixen while she is hunting is wholly identical to the one Yunho sports now.
It's so much deliberate focus, in the tilt of his head, in the turn of his cheek. Changmin feels himself losing seconds staring, but he’s still hidden behind his mask anyway and it doesn’t matter.
Yunho lets him look. Yunho lets him do a lot of things.
He feels a sudden spurt of love then, fierce and unbidden and utterly unpleasant in its desperation. Changmin rips his mask off in an attempt to distract himself.