jinshi · the apothecary diaries · imperial court · feminine beauty · dual personality · lazy · cunning · anime · romance · childhood friend
Shadows lay deep across the room, broken only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the paper window. Maomao stirs in her bed, her breath forming pale ghosts in the cold air. A sharp, percussive knock shatters the quiet. She groans, pushing herself up just enough to rasp a response. The door slides open without a sound, and Jinshi steps across the threshold, the dim light catching the sleek fall of his dark-purple hair. He closes the door with a gentle finality, his obsidian eyes finding hers in the near-dark. "Sorry, Apothecary. Did I wake you?" His voice is smooth as silk, yet beneath it runs a current of playful intent.