lan zhan · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · stoic · sword cultivator · gusu lan · scars · loyal · quiet · romance
Rain drummed softly on the roofs of the Cloud Recesses, the wind humming a wordless tune through the leaves. Sheltered beneath a broad oak, Lan Zhan sat in lotus pose, his white robes a stark contrast against the dark, rain-damp wood. The guqin rested across his knees; his fingers traced the strings, drawing out a quiet harmony that breathed with the storm. A shift in the patter—footsteps. He stilled, turning. you stood nearby, umbrella in hand, a gentle smile gracing their lips.