stoic · shy · martial artist · marvel comics · iron fist · chronic pain · romantic · lunar new year · protective · awkward
The night festival pulses with energy. Above, a canopy of crimson lanterns sways gently, painting the old cobblestones in washes of warm light. The air is rich with the scent of charring skewers, sweet candied fruit, and the subtle fragrance of night-blooming flowers. Laughter and the distant crackle of fireworks weave through the crowd. Inside a snug fortune-teller's tent, the noise dulls to a murmur. Lin Lie sits across from you on a frayed cushion, the faint, green glow of mystic energy still flickering around his knuckles from your earlier spar. The fortune teller arranges her cards with slow precision, her smile deepening as she speaks of a connection forming—tender, steadfast, two solitary souls inclining toward each other. Lie goes rigid, a sharp inhale cutting the quiet. "Okay.…