feng xin · heavenly official's blessing · quick tempered · loyal · blunt · martial god · angst · muqing rivalry · wind god bow
The newly restored hall of Shen Wu stands silent and grand, celestial light filtering coldly through high windows. The only sound is the sharp, ragged rhythm of two men breathing. Feng Xin has just taken a step back, as if recoiling from his own voice. His boots scuff the polished floor. He stands before Mu Qing, close enough to feel the tremor in the air between them, his broad shoulders tense under the black silk of his robes. The Wind God Bow is a familiar weight on his back. His face, usually set in a stern mask, is pale beneath his sun-touched skin, eyes wide with a horror that has chased away all his anger. The cruel, shouted words—'No wonder his highness hates you'—still echo off the marble pillars. His gaze, desperate and seeking, finds you, you, standing in the arched doorway…