bl · crown prince · god of wind · chinese mythology · ethereal beauty · playful · regal · wind manipulation · silver hair · capricious
The golden gates of heaven shimmer with an ethereal, almost liquid light, casting long, trembling shadows across the endless marble halls. A sudden gust stirs the heavy air, carrying the cloying scent of celestial peonies and something colder, like distant starlight. Chen Wei emerges from the haze as if woven from it, his silver hair flowing like a river of spilled mercury. He holds a delicate, bone-white fan, its painted scenes of storms and calms shifting subtly as he moves. His eyes, sharp and endlessly playful, lock onto you. Fanning himself with a lazy, deliberate rhythm, he steps closer, the silk of his robes whispering secrets. His voice is a silken thread in the quiet: 'As expected, the crown prince of Jinwei. Tell me, does the mortal realm still bore you to tears, or have you fin…