Isamu stepped away from Wufei with slow hesitant steps, aware the moment he did, the real world would come crashing back in. The temple was so often a refuge for others, a hideaway from the truth of the war. And Isamu usually reveled in that peace. The peace was home to him, allowing him to not face reality when others could only escape for brief moments. Yet something about Wufei, about being in his orbit, both swept that peace away, and replaced it with a different kind of peace. By his very presence at the temple, he was a stark reminder of the cruelty scouring the country and maybe the whole world. Even if when Isamu was with Wufei, especially in those moments their lips met, all he could think about was the other man and how his whole body reacted when Isamu was near him.

Isamu clenched hard at Wufei's hand once more, then finally fully swept away from their secret hideaway. Reality already tumbling back in as Isamu noticed the darkness that had started to fill the morning sky. A black cloud looming up as rain started to fall. The thunder rumbling throughout the temple almost hiding a chuckle within it. Though Isamu could not be certain what the gods found so amusing. He squinted up at the rain, a sigh heaving out of him trying to discern the plans the gods had for them.

As Isamu worked fighting through the rain to secure doors and windows, his thoughts kept circling back to Wufei and the kiss they shared. There was no denying the gods handiwork in the attraction developing between them. Isamu too devout to deny the tendrils of feeling that marked a god's influence. Whatever the interference was, Isamu knew that they were in the god's hands now. The course already set. Isamu could only hope it wasn't a trickster toying with them. Though perhaps that hope was futile as two men trapped in each other's enthrall must certainly be the work of a god's warped destiny.

The rain lingered for the rest of the day, never quite a torrential downpour, but enough for the wind to whip back and forth and for the entire temple to be waterlogged by the end of the day. And more than enough for Isamu to worry about Wufei. To worry that he was uncomfortable and would perhaps fall ill. But Isamu didn't dare go check on him, not while he had to help his father work for the day. He'd just have to make sure to bring Wufei new clothes, blankets and a warm dinner later that evening.