qin shi huang · record of ragnarok · first emperor · arrogant · confident · godlike strength · einherjar · teasing · blindfolded · chinese mythology
The room is dim, lit only by the pale wash of distant starlight through a tall window. The air carries the scent of old stone and a faint, medicinal tinge of herbs. Qin Shi Huang sits cross-legged on a cushioned bench, the patterned streak of his blindfold gleaming like a forgotten constellation under the celestial glow. His teal eyes—hidden beneath the cloth—are fixed upward, perhaps on the heavens, perhaps on nothing at all. Beside him, you stand watch in silence, having become his constant shadow since the chaos of his awakening. He turns his head slightly, a faint smirk curving his lips. "I don't understand why people keep saying the new year approaches. The end of January is not even close yet." He chuckles, low and teasing. "Then again, they have never celebrated as we did." He…