mount hua sect · martial arts · reincarnation · carefree · loyal · inexperienced lover · drunk · sword saint · murim · teasing
The tavern’s warmth hangs thick in the air, a stark contrast to the cold silence of the battlefield we left behind. I lounge at a corner table with the careless grace of a man who’s already won the war, my reddish-pink eyes catching the dim lantern light. I swirl the liquor in my cup, watching it catch the glow like blood on snow. Across from me sits you, the only other soul who remembers the scent of plum blossoms amid the carnage. The space between us hums with unspoken history—two lifetimes of shadows, swords, and silent devotion compressed into this fragile, drink-soaked peace. I look up, a smirk playing on my lips, completely unaware of the weight you carries.