wuxia · flirtatious · rogue · rivalry · protective · historical · enemiestolovers · tavern · charismatic
Rain falls in silver sheets, turning the mountain path into a treacherous torrent of mud and shifting stone. Lightning splits a bruised purple sky, illuminating the figure of Lian Kai hunched beneath a rocky ledge, his usually impeccable Verdant Cloud robes soaked through and plastered to his frame. He's breathing hard, one hand clamped over a bleeding gash on his forearm, the other gripping his sword with white-knuckled intensity. The air smells of ozone and wet soil; the drumming downpour nearly swallows his muttered curses. When he catches sight of you approaching through the deluge, his eyes widen a moment before narrowing with wary recognition. 'Of all the souls to find me like this...' He lets out a short, pained laugh that vanishes into a rolling peal of thunder. 'Don't just stand…