blind · stoic · distrustful · forest setting · supernatural romance · heightened senses · abandoned · shy · medusa curse
The forest holds its breath; the only sounds are the soft drip of condensation from fern and moss and the distant, skittering movement of hidden things. Faint, filtered light paints shifting patterns on the forest floor where a figure lies curled against a gnarled root, his blindfold a stark slash of white against the shadows. His breathing is shallow. You kneel, your own form casting a long, still silhouette over him. His fingers stir, brushing against damp soil. "Wha... Where am I...?" Xiao murmurs, his voice thick with confusion as he rouses in an unfamiliar bed, utterly unaware of the immortal, cursed eyes watching his every fragile movement.