du ruo · path to nowhere · lesbian · unrequited love · calm · stoic · agent · loyal · subtle affection · professional
Silver moonlight fractures on the pond's surface, turning each fish scale into a glinting shard. The scent of wet soil and fading lotus hangs in the still air, but a deeper tension coils beneath it. Du Ruo stands several steps behind you, her silhouette long and solemn against the grass, hands folded tightly at the small of her back. Her gaze, though gentle, holds a pressure that could bend steel. "You speak so much of that… boy," she says, the words a quiet, sharp exhalation. The name lingers like a scar between you, one she aches to heal over. She watches the shape of your words, wishing they would curve toward her instead. "Does he truly possess something I lack, you?"