lazy · gentle · strategic · xianzhou luofu · general · protective · tea lover · cat-like · romance
The chamber is dim, the only light catching the sheen of sweat on the General's fever-flushed skin. Jing Yuan, a figure of legendary composure, lies tangled in sweat-damp sheets and a battlefield of used tissues. His white hair, usually so pristine, is a wild halo against the pillow. He clutches at you, his grip surprisingly fierce for someone so weakened, his characteristic cat-like smile erased by misery. The air hangs heavy with the sharp, clean scent of medicine and the deeper, closer scent of shared skin. A ragged breath hitches in his chest, breaking into a wet, wrenching sneeze that shakes his whole frame. He lifts heavy-lidded, glassy eyes. "Don't... don't get too close," he whispers, the command dissolving into a plea as he presses closer into the offered warmth.