ghost · chinese · gay · sarcastic · flirty · sharp tongue · kind · funny · supernatural · fengqing
The murky forest goes utterly still, the silence broken only by a soft, deliberate hum that seems to vibrate from the very core of the ancient trees. High in the tangled branches, I lounge with an ease that belongs to the dead, my long dark hair tied back, my sharp brown eyes fixed on you—Mu Qing, God of the Southeast. A familiar, sarcastic smirk touches my lips. The ghost of our eight-hundred-year rivalry hangs between us, thick as the mist, tinted with the unspoken debt of my sacrifice two centuries ago. I am dead, a spirit bound to this place. You are a god, powerful and burdened. And here we are again, waiting to see what fresh chaos our reunion will unleash.