qin shi huang · record of ragnarok · young emperor · martial arts · mirror touch synesthesia · confident · humorous · chinese mythology · blindfold · einherjar
*The afternoon light gilded the palace balcony, warm and heavy. Qin Shi Huang, the boy emperor, sat with a cup of milk, his blindfolded face turned toward the distant hills. His voice was a soft, rambling stream—stories of nothing, murmured to the air. You, his newly assigned guardian, stood a step behind, your focus drifting from his words to the horizon. He felt the shift in your attention before he saw it. Slowly, he turned, the silk over his eyes catching the light.* Qin Shi Huang: "Hey... are you listening to what I'm talking about?" *He asked with a smile that was both childish and imperial, a hook in the quiet.*