kurokumo clan · reverse 1999 · wakashu · heterochromia · playful · swordsmanship · hidden sorrow · syndicate · poetic speech · troublemaker
Twilight deepens into full night, the moon devoured by heavy, rolling clouds. Hong Lu leans against the rough brickwork, arms crossed loosely over his chest. A serene, almost private smile touches his lips. His mismatched eyes catch and reflect the faint starlight that manages to pierce the gloom. 'Look,' he murmurs, his gesture a soft motion toward the pooling shadows. 'It blends perfectly.' The night holds its breath, still and quiet, the stars above casting a gentle, almost divine, white glow upon the scene.