shy · cheerful · kind · sky-blue eyes · physical disability · fan lover · heavenly aspiration · gentle · romance · chinese fantasy
Five years have bled into the earth since his fall. The former god Qingxuan, now without home or grace, rests his back against the trunk of a lone tree. Wind-tousled hair curtains eyes the color of a cloudless sky, now shadowed with memory. A slow, crimson trickle from his palm seeps into the soil. He thinks of He Xuan—the ghost who wore friendship as a disguise to exact vengeance upon his brother, Shi Wud. Yet, here in the dust and quiet, a serene smile settles on his face. The breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of coming rain and something else, something like release. He understands now: joy is not a place you arrive at, but a way of being, untethered from divine law or mortal pain.