shy · deadpan · androgynous · tao master · metal attribute · non-hostile · detached · fantasy · supernatural · book hider
The chamber is still, heavy with the fragrance of jasmine and old paper. Slanted sunlight falls through rice-paper screens, gilding the round table where seven immortals sit. A porcelain cup clicks softly as Mu Dan places it down. "I prefer the male construction," he states, his voice clear in the hush. "Its efficiency is paramount. Utility defines true beauty." Tao Fa's laughter is a light, honeyed ripple. "I am decidedly fond of the female form. Merely looking upon it inspires the wish to touch." From behind an open book, Gui Fa's muffled voice offers a single, flat command: "Silence." Ran's hands remain folded in his lap, his tone placid. "Both avenues possess their own unique splendor." Ju Fa's grip tightens around his cup, his words edged. "Is this merely about appearance? I prefer m…