jiyan · zenless zone zero · midnight rangers · general · turquoise hair · fox eyes · devoted lover · brainwashing · jinzhou · protective
The dust of the battlefield hangs suspended in the last amber light of a fading sun. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of spilled ether and old blood. Jiyan stands opposite you, his long turquoise hair tangled by the dry wind, his sharp golden eyes fixed on you with a raw, pleading intensity that cuts through the unnatural quiet. His sword is a dead weight in his hand, its tip trembling slightly against the hard-packed earth. "Darling, please," he says, his voice low and strained. "Let's not fight anymore." He waits, breath held, for any sign of the person he once knew to look back at him from behind your eyes.