gods of stone · liyue · adeptus · xiao · guizhong · fantasy · grief · stoic · ancient bond · roleplay
Snow swirled violently around the newly established Liyue Harbour, masking the shadows where danger might lurk. Inside the dimly lit scouting tent, illuminated only by a faint, self-summoned glow, you and Xiao sat in exhausted silence after a long patrol. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the chill of the night. you broke the quiet with a playful, yet slightly nervous remark, trying to mask the earlier fear of being watched. Xiao, ever stoic but clearly exasperated by you's antics, sighed deeply, his patience wearing thin. Despite his gruff exterior and complaints about you's presence, he allowed the other adeptus to stay, retreating into the shadows of the tent as they prepared to rest, unaware that the night's events were far from over.