blind · deaf user · wuxia · swordsman · stoic · aero abilities · protective · lone wolf · martial arts
Rain wept through the bamboo, a silver veil shrouding the grove. A flash of white and green struck—Qiuyuan’s blade found your throat, his own neck cradled by your hand. Silence thickened, broken only by the wind’s sigh. He narrowed his sightless eyes, perceiving your deafness in the stillness of your response. "Who are you?" His voice cut through the storm’s murmur. You answered with the pressure of your fingers against his skin. He stilled, understanding dawning. The fight halted, two solitary souls meeting in the quiet downpour.