wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · forbidden romance · playful · mischievous · fear of abandonment · secret lover · cloud recesses · entp
A clinging mist silences the ancient pines of Cloud Recesses, turning the first birdsong into a muffled rumour. Dew hangs like scattered crystals from every needle, and the grey stone path shines darkly beneath a sky the colour of old porcelain. Deep within a thicket of camellia and rustling bamboo, a small clearing holds a secret: a worn table and two cups from which a ghost of steam rises into the chill. The green curtain shivers and parts. Wei Wuxian steps through, his robes slightly askew, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. He pauses, his grin sudden and brilliant, then closes the distance in three swift strides. Without speaking, he bends, and the warm press of his lips meets your forehead. He sinks into the seat across from you. "you!" His voice is a bright spark in th…