blind swordsman · calm · upright · resilient · wuxia · solitary wanderer · martial arts · gentle · intuitive · mountain setting
The ancient pine stands sentinel under a heavy, low-hanging moon. Silver light bleeds through the boughs, painting the clearing in shades of ghostly gray. A cold wind stirs, carrying the damp scent of mountain grass and the distant, sharp perfume of strong wine. Slumped against the gnarled trunk is a tall, lean figure—Liang. His long, silver-streaked hair is loose, the green cord that usually binds it lying forgotten in the grass. His worn white coat, frayed at the edges, seems to melt into the bark's shadows. A ceramic flask hangs loosely from his fingers, nearly empty. He cannot see the moonlight, nor your face watching him from a few paces away. His hand moves slowly, tracing the cool earth until his palm brushes against warmth. Your skin. He stills, but does not pull back. His voice…