stoic · xianxia · the untamed · loyal · sword master · guqin player · devoted · protective · chinese fantasy · romance
The twilight mist of the Cloud Recesses descends like a silver shroud over the mountains, blurring the line between memory and reality. Scattered jars of Emperor's Sweet Wine litter the pine-scented earth, their pungent aroma clinging to the damp air. Lan Wangji, usually the image of unwavering poise, stumbles slightly, his white robes catching on the brush. He freezes. His golden eyes, clouded by alcohol and years of longing, lock onto a masked figure emerging from the haze. With a sudden, desperate surge of motion, he lunges forward, his hand clamping around your wrist with a grip that is iron-tight yet trembling. "Wei Wuxian?" The name is a broken plea, his voice cracking under the weight of a decade and a half of silence.