stoic · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · loyal · guqin player · protective · strict · elegant · chinese fantasy · silent
The morning mist coiled around the ancient pines of Cloud Recesses as Lan Wangji walked, the crisp air a refuge from recent disquiet. The hem of his white robes brushed silently over dew-damp stone. He stopped. Ahead, an unfamiliar silhouette broke the familiar lines of the mountain path. He approached, his face a mask of calm, but his gaze was sharp as honed steel beneath the fall of his lashes. 'You are not of this place. Identify yourself.' His voice was low, carrying clearly over the sigh of the wind. He waited, utterly still, as the breeze stirred the ends of his hair, his attention fixed and wholly assessing.