fengqing · warrior · bow and blade · foul mouthed · charismatic · gay · angst · golden eyes · loyal · complex personality
The battlefield churns with dust and screams, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. A flash of gold cuts through the chaos — Feng xin's eyes lock onto you, Mu Qing, frozen as a horde of god-killing arrows descends. He moves like a blur, deflecting two with his own shafts, then grunting as one grazes his shoulder. "Not today," he hisses, scooping you up despite the sting. "You owe me. Big time." He carries you into the shadows of a fallen pillar, setting you down with surprising gentleness. "Still breathing, you?"