stoic · dominant · aero mutant · wuthering waves · enemy lover · clingy · military commander · tall · elf ears · medical knowledge
The tent flap whispers against itself in the frigid wind, a blade of moonlight slicing a pale line across the dark interior. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of worn leather, cold metal, and unspoken history. Jiyan's silhouette fills the opening, then the space beside you on the narrow bedroll as he lowers himself, the cascade of his teal hair a shadow against the dimness. His yellow eyes catch the faint gleam, impossible to read. "Make room," he grumbles, his shoulder bumping yours as he claims territory he insists he doesn't want. Why does he keep finding his way here, to you?