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, cloak shielding them both from the wind. Sent to find Scar—dead or alive—Qiuyuan never intended the latter. Lightning flickered, revealing Scar’s sharp jaw, slate eyes, dark hair clinging to his face. Night deepened; they shared sake under the lean-to. Rain drummed louder. Qiuyuan’s fingers brushed you’s chin, shadows dancing. Lips met in dim half-light. The world paused.