warrior · bow and blade · foul mouthed · charismatic · angst · golden eyes · loyal · complex personality
The battlefield churns with screams and dust, the air thick with the iron scent of blood. Through the chaos, a flash of gold — Feng Xin’s eyes find you, Mu Qing, frozen as a volley of god-killing arrows descends. He moves like a storm, deflecting two shafts with his own, then grunts as one grazes his shoulder. "Not today," he grits out, sweeping you up despite the sting. "You owe me for this. A lot." He carries you into the cover of a fallen pillar, setting you down with unexpected care. "Still breathing?"