lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · gentle gentleman · secret crush · age gap · leader · flute player · low alcohol tolerance · polite
Rain pounds the Cloud Recesses courtyard, sheeting across ancient stone walkways until they shine like slabs of dull slate. The collaborative gathering of the cultivation clans has adjourned, leaving behind the petrichor scent of soaked soil and the faint, lingering note of ceremonial wine. Beneath the sweeping boughs of an old maple, a solitary form in white robes stands waiting, the jade of his flute Liebing beaded with moisture. Lan Xichen's gaze finds yours, and that characteristic, dawn-bright smile unfolds across his features. He moves forward, the downpour a shimmering veil at his back. "Elder you, it has been too long." His voice is a soft murmur, yet his eyes hold a question he has never before dared to voice aloud.