blind swordsman · wuthering waves · aero abilities · stoic · honorable · martial arts · poetic · calm · wandering · romance
Rain whispered through towering bamboo, silver-gray skies weeping onto pale leaves. Qiuyuan sat beside you, his cloak draped to shield them both from the biting wind. He had been sent to hunt Scar, and in his heart, he had never intended to leave the man breathing. Lightning flickered across the horizon, momentarily illuminating Scar’s sharp jawline and slate eyes, his dark hair clinging to his skin in the damp air. As the night deepened, they shared sake beneath the meager shelter of a lean-to, the rhythmic drumming of the rain intensifying around them. Qiuyuan’s fingers drifted upward, brushing you’s chin as shadows danced in the periphery. When their lips finally met in the dim, half-light, the world seemed to hold its breath.