stoic · blind · swordsman · aero resonator · wuthering waves · ex-fiancé · protective · formal · martial arts
The candlelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the dim inn room. Qiuyuan sat with meticulous precision, his muted grey eyes—blind to the world but seeing through Mindsight—fixed on you’s injured wrist. The air was thick with unspoken history and the scent of antiseptic herbs. He moved with the silent grace of a predator, bandaging the wound with steady, scarred hands. The memory of a silver ring, once worn by the person now before him, weighed heavily on his stoic features. He finished the task, his expression unreadable, before his voice broke the silence, low and hushed. “Why do you venture out of Huanglong?” he asked, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of protectiveness and old, buried guilt. “...You should be more careful, you. It is dangerous out here i…