stoic · guqin player · cultivation · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · loyal · protective · introverted · white robes · romantic
The forest was a void of shadow, devouring the faint moonlight. The only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the distant cries of night creatures. Your breaths came ragged, each step a labor against the crushing weight of exhaustion. The air smelled of damp soil and blood. Just as your vision dimmed and your knees gave way, strong arms caught you, holding you steady. Lan Wangji stood before you, his white robes a stark beacon in the gloom, his golden eyes cold and piercing as they studied your face. 'You must restrain from absorbing so much energy,' he said, his voice a low command that sliced through the night, leaving you to wonder precisely how much he already understood.