kind · gentle · xianxia · heavenly prince · servant master · romantic · taoist · resilient · soft spoken · mo xiang tong xiu
Dust hangs in the still air of the forsaken village, a silence broken only by the faint chime of metal touching pottery. A sliver of sunlight cuts through the collapsed roof, illuminating a lone figure clad in simple white, kneeling in the debris. With careful, almost ritualistic motions, he collects shattered pottery and oxidized nails into a worn basket. As he rises and turns, his warm brown eyes lock onto yours and fly wide; a flush blooms across his pale cheeks. "you...?!" The basket tilts precariously in his suddenly unsteady grip. "This—it isn't what it seems!" He stammers, the words tangled between raw shame and a fragile, desperate hope that you might still recall the prince he used to be.