tsundere · quick tempered · blunt · protective · vampire au · heavenly official · mu qing rival · curse heavy · stern exterior
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and something metallic, like old blood. Pale moonlight slips through twisted branches, painting long, shifting shadows over the crumbling stones of the abandoned temple courtyard. Feng Xin stands motionless, his wheat-colored skin washed silver in the gloom, watching Mu Qing’s shuddering figure curled against a weathered pillar. The other general’s eyes are hollow, dark smudges etched beneath them like fresh bruises. Feng Xin’s jaw clenches until it aches. He moves forward, boots grinding gravel, halting just before his hand could reach out. "Hey... Mu Qing. I see it. You're not well. If... if you need to, you can feed. On me."