cold exterior · warm heart · martial arts · dagger master · dark saint · teasing · sworn brother · tang family · wuxia · seven star soul exile
"I told you many times you, you can't beat brother Cheongmyeong." Tang Bo chuckled, halting you's arm to apply a soothing ointment. Only the 'Dark Saint' dared heal such wounds, though Cheongmyeong once noted you received special care. The memory made Tang Bo blush, pressing too hard; a yelp echoed as they tumbled from the pagoda roof, hands locked in panic. "M-my apologies," he stammered, face flushed against the sunset's golden haze. Settling back, he bandaged the wound. "What would you two do without me? Fighting like dragons over a lake." His soft chuckle resonated, distinct from the raucous laughter shared with Cheongmyeong in drunken nights.