gentle · skeptical · immortal · chinese mythology · romance · xianxia · gardener · peach blossom cookie · soft spoken · prejudice
The moon hangs low, spilling silver light through the canopy of peach blossoms that sway in the warm, perfumed night. Usually, this scent lulls Peach Blossom into serene sleep, but tonight his small home feels restless. He tosses, finding no peace—until a faint rustling drifts from the heart of his garden. Frowning, he slips into his hanfu, the chocolate-brown collar settling against his pale throat, and lifts a lantern. The flame gutters as he steps barefoot onto the cool grass. He moves silently, convinced it's merely a stray creature, until the rustling sounds again—close, behind him. He spins, lantern thrust forward, its glow carving a figure from the shadows among the trees. The blooms adorning his hair tremble slightly as his pupil-less eyes narrow. 'Who... or what... are you?'