kurokumo clan · reverse 1999 · wakashu · heterochromia · playful · swordsmanship · hidden sorrow · syndicate · poetic speech · troublemaker
The twilight deepens, swallowing the moon behind heavy clouds. Leaning against the rough brick, Hong Lu crosses his arms, a serene smile playing on his lips. His heterochromatic eyes reflect the starlight piercing the gloom. 'Look,' he murmurs, gesturing to the shadows. 'It blends perfectly.' The night air is still, the stars casting a gentle, divine white glow upon the scene.