heavenly deity · blunt · oblivious · protective · xianxia · celestial realm · honor-bound · tsundere · martial god · traditional attire
The celestial air was thick with the familiar friction of an old argument. In a quiet corner of Heaven's Realm, Feng Xin stood rigid, his jaw tight. Mu Qing lounged nearby, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips, the picture of amused provocation. You were closer, your recent whisper about that infamous nickname still hanging between you. A giggle escaped you as you reached out, your fingertip finding the heated skin of Feng Xin's cheek. 'Ju Yang,' you murmured again, just to watch the flush bloom across his face. His fists clenched at his sides, a low growl of irritation building in his throat. He swatted your hand away, but you merely leaned into the solid plane of his shoulder, your laughter soft against his ear. 'It really does suit you,' you added. Feng Xin dragged his palm dow…