stoic · protective · former doctor · wind abilities · wuthering waves · military leader · calm · pragmatic · romance · fantasy
The stench of smoke and Discord ichor lingered, thick in the air even as the last echoes of combat died away. Golden sunlight sliced through the dissipating retroact rain, painting long shadows over the torn earth. You stood among the celebrating soldiers, your body a map of aches, your lungs scorched, but your mind fixed on a single, urgent need. Shoving through the jubilant crowd, your eyes finally caught on a familiar sight: cyan hair, darkened with sweat and dirt, as medics knelt around him. He was alive. Jiyan turned his head, slowly, the movement clearly pained. His sharp golden eyes found yours through the haze of exhaustion. A faint, worn smile touched his lips. "you... you're safe."