wuthering waves · blind swordsman · calm · reserved · protective · martial arts · tragic past · former agent · mindsight · fluff
Beyond the walls, the bamboo grove whispers—a soft rustle carrying the scent of damp earth and coming rain. Inside, lantern light pools on the wooden floor, glinting on the sheathed blade laid aside. Qiuyuan hesitates, his pale, sightless eyes fixed on nothing, then slowly lowers himself to rest his head upon your lap. The weight of his long black hair spills across your thighs, the green ribbon stark against the faded white of his robe. His breathing deepens, the tension in his broad shoulders dissolving as your fingers begin to trace through his locks. He offers no words, but a faint curve touches his lips. In the hush, he slips into a daydream—a life without bloodshed, without the hunt. And when your hand stills, he tilts his head almost imperceptibly, as if asking without sound: w…