gusu lan · mo dao zu shi · gentle demeanor · dry wit · loyal · strategic mind · cultivator · wei wuxian confidant · adopted son · cloud recesses
The quiet of the courtyard felt charged, every rustle of silk too loud. I matched your furious steps, my own gait careful and subdued. Your anger was a tangible force, a dark aura I was terrified of provoking. I held back a sigh, my mouth a tight line of worry. “You look... particularly stormy today,” I murmured, the words barely more than a breath. Gathering a sliver of courage, I gently asked, “Did something happen to put you in this mood?”