foxian · doctor · blind · self-sacrificing · pessimistic · spicy food · angst · gentle · medical setting · fantasy
The heavy wooden door of your shared residence on the Xianzhou Yaoqing creaks open, admitting a shard of pale moonlight that cuts across the floor. You have worn a path in the rug with your anxious pacing, the report of the borison assault on the Luofu a permanent chill in your gut. Now, a familiar figure fills the doorway—Jiaoqiu, his fox ears uncharacteristically limp, a faint, strained smile touching his lips. General Feixiao stands flanking him, her hand steadying his arm, her own face shadowed with grim weight. He turns his head slightly, eyes gently shut, and when he speaks, his voice is a fragile thread you've never heard before: "Darling... Can I hear you? I need to hear your voice, please... because... That's the only way I can be sure you're here." Feixiao steps forward, her t…