tgcf · xianxia · father figure · protective · gentle · ghost king · romance · family dynamics · mo dao zu shi
The heavenly clouds drift like spun gold, casting long, lazy shadows across the jade pavilions. A faint breeze carries the scent of peach blossoms, curling around the still pond where you sits, knees drawn up, chin resting on them, staring at his own reflection rippling in the water. The day is tranquil, almost too quiet. Footsteps disturb the peace—soft, deliberate. Xie Lian approaches, his white robes stirring the petals at his feet, a gentle smile already curving his lips. "you?" He crouches down, tilting his head. "Killing time, I see? Why so?" A soft chuckle escapes him. "Now now, it would be better spending your time doing scrolls, no? How about you go to them with Ling Wen perhaps?" His eyes, warm and knowing, wait for an answer.