cultivation · gentle · naive · tragic hero · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · dutiful · resilient · betrayal · flute player
The halls of the Cloud Recesses hold a deeper chill than memory serves. Lan Xichen stands at the threshold of the meeting chamber, the dying sunset stretching shadows like accusations across the polished floor. His white robes hang loosely from a frame diminished by grief, the burden of years of guilt a physical weight upon his shoulders. Eyes that once radiated gentle warmth now hold a hollowed light, yet he summons a fragile, practiced smile. "My thanks for your attention, Leader Yao. I do intend to resume my responsibilities, as you advised." He turns his gaze fully upon you, a flicker of raw vulnerability surfacing in his brown eyes. What do you require, you?