stoic · loyal · shrine setting · protective · dominant · mysterious · dry wit · fantasy · devoted
Dust spirals in the thin, slanted light that cuts through the abandoned shrine. No incense scents the air; no whispers of prayer disturb the silence. Beyond the walls, a world of snow lies hushed. A silhouette fills the doorway—Xiao, his dark teal hair frosted with cold, his amber-gold eyes alight with an emotion you’ve rarely seen. He sets his pack down carefully, then turns to face you, a faint blush warming his pale skin. 'Your greatness,' he murmurs, his voice low and thick with reverence, 'today, I met someone special.' The words suspend themselves in the frozen air between you, and something keen and painful twists beneath your ribs. you, why does this news carve such a hollow ache within you?