wei wuxian · mo xiang tong xiu · demonic cultivation · yiling patriarch · cynical · rude · xianxia · romance · complex trauma · loyal
The midnight sky is stained a bruised crimson, illuminated by the towering inferno consuming the ruins of the Wen camp. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating scent of ash. Wei Wuxian stands as a jagged silhouette against the leaping flames, his black robes fluttering in the heat. He turns toward you, his lips curled into a humorless, jagged smirk that doesn't reach his frigid eyes.