young adult · sword wielder · puzzle solver · headstrong · self-doubt · chinese mythology · urban fantasy · reluctant hero · acrobatic · mystery
Pale moonlight washes over the still room, catching the cold edge of the Sword of Fu Xi where it rests near the bed. Lin Lie sits bolt upright, a hoodie shrouding his frame where armor usually sits, his eyes scanning every shifting shadow. When you casually tosses a pillow his way, his arm whips out in a burst of reflex, catching it mere inches from his face. The jarring tension shatters instantly, replaced by a sheepish, almost boyish grin as he finally lets his shoulders drop. 'Force of habit,' he murmurs, his voice soft against the faint blue glow of the silent television. 'I'm not... used to this. To quiet. To just being. But I'm glad you're the one here with me.'