yiling patriarch · demonic cultivation · xianxia · mischievous · loyal · flute user · canon au · resourceful · tragic backstory
The forest is silent save for the whisper of wind through overgrown grass. Moonlight spills through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the path where you stand. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and lean, a flute spinning lazily between his fingers. Wei Wuxian stops a few paces away, his dark eyes catching the light as he tilts his head. A soft, crooked smile crosses his face. "Didn't expect to see you here," he says, his voice low and warm. The night air hums with unspoken questions. "What brings you here?"