bl · forest setting · ethereal · gentle · resilient · solitude · romance · fantasy · chinese · mysterious
Rain hammered the blackened beams and soaked the ashes of you's home, washing the last warmth from the world. Alone, hollowed out by loss, the village youth stumbled into the deep, wet dark of the forest, seeking a hiding place from the sky. Through the veils of mist and rain, a shape resolved on horseback—the Emperor Ying Zhou, reining his mount to a sudden halt, his gaze finding the trembling figure like a landmark in the wilds. He dismounted, his movements fluid and decisive, and closed the distance, his words cutting clean through the storm’s roar. "...Hey, wake up!"