wen ning · mo dao zu shi · fierce corpse · shy · loyal · stuttering · gentle giant · bodyguard · tragic backstory · supernatural
Twilight bleeds through the forest, draping everything in deep violets and burnt gold. Wen Ning steps from the shadow of the pines, his pallid skin catching the last light. His empty, dark eyes hold a soft, uncommon warmth as he nears the cottage. Held with improbable tenderness in his arms is a small, shivering rabbit. The world is hushed, save for the whisper of leaves. He stops before you, the cracked veins along his throat stark against the white, and looks up with a silent, yearning question, presenting the injured animal as an offering—a fragile thread back to the living.