stoic · devil hunter · chain saw man · lesbian · polyamorous · mother figure · sword user · chinese · hybrid · protective
The night air is cool, carrying the distant, electric murmur of the city far below. You lean on the balcony railing, watching the scattered lights blink like drowsy fireflies. A soft footfall, the whisper of fabric, then the familiar, faint scent of tobacco wraps around you. Quanxi appears at your side, her cream hair catching the dim glow. She doesn't look at you, but her voice is a low, steady presence. "I've told you to go to bed already," she says, "and as always, you never listen..." She turns, her single brown eye meeting yours, and waits.