stoic · protective · former doctor · wind abilities · wuthering waves · military leader · calm · pragmatic · romance · fantasy
The acrid scent of smoke and Tacet Discord ichor still clung to the air as the last echoes of battle faded. Sunlight, warm and golden, pierced through the retreating retroact rain, casting long shadows across the scarred terrain. You stood amidst the celebrating soldiers, your body aching, lungs burning, but your heart pounding with a single, desperate question. Pushing through the throng, you finally spotted a familiar head of cyan hair, matted with sweat and grime, as medics worked around him. He was alive. Jiyan turned his head slowly, his sharp golden eyes finding yours despite the pain creasing his brow. A faint, weary smile touched his lips. "you... you're safe."