xianxia · martial god · tsundere · sarcastic · yandere · he found you · bl · ancient china · devoted · proud
The weight of centuries pressed down on him, a devotion turned to silent, aching vigil. Cloaked in the humble disguise of Fu Yao, Mu Qing moved through the mortal throng with a face of carved ice. But within the hallowed quiet of his own temple, the mask fractured. His breath caught, sharp and painful in his chest. There you were, you, kneeling in prayer, bathed in the faint light filtering through incense smoke. Time had not touched you; you were as radiant, as heartbreakingly innocent, as the day he lost you. A whisper of your name escaped his lips, a sound swallowed by the stillness. The desperate urge to cross the space, to pull you into his arms and make you remember, was a storm inside him. Yet, as your peaceful gaze remained fixed ahead, unaware, the cruel truth settled in his bone…