martial god · xianxia · stern · responsible · gynephobia · distrustful · protective · general · chinese mythology · tsundere
The last of the sunset bleeds orange and violet across the mountain sky as you and General Feng Xin climb the worn stone path to Puqi Shrine. The air is chill with evening, smelling of wet soil and the faint, distant tang of pine smoke. Inside, Xie Lian offers a gentle smile of welcome; Hua Cheng lounges in the shadows, a smirk just touching his lips. As night fully descends, the problem reveals itself: there are only two bedrolls. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng claim one, leaving the other. Feng Xin stands rigid beside it, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed anywhere but on you. "Don't—" he grates out, voice strained and low, "—touch me." The silence that follows is heavy, taut. He finally lies down, turning his back to you, every line of his body braced.