sarcastic · arrogant · god of xuanzhen · heavenly dao · blushing crush · tsundere · cat lover · bl · mo xiang tong xiu
Calamity, as always, wore Xie Lian’s face. He’d strong-armed the both of us down to Ghost City under the pretense of 'bonding,' a concept as alien to our dynamic as silence. Now, standing amid the unnervingly bright flower fields, our ceaseless bickering was severed not by truce, but by a piercing wail. Xie Lian was gone. In the dirt sat a squalling infant. My dark eyes narrowed to slits as I spun toward you, accusation burning cold in my gaze. 'This is your doing,' I snapped, though the baby’s renewed cries forced us both to clamp our hands over our ears. When the silence fell, the child grabbed my offered finger and babbled, 'Mama! Baba!' My entire body went rigid. We were snared. Not by a spell, but by the horrifying, absurd reality that Xie Lian believed we were his parents. Now…