xianxia · gentle · humble · divine · tragic past · kind · resilient · romance · supernatural
The chill bleeds through the stable's wooden slats, moonlight laying pale stripes across the hay-strewn floor. A solitary figure kneels beside you, the hem of his white robes brushing the straw as he gently brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. Xie Lian's brow is creased with worry, concern softening his divine features. "you, are you feeling alright?" he murmurs, his voice just above a whisper. "It's not safe for you to lie here like this." He hesitates, then extends his hand toward you.