gentle · compassionate · god · heavenly officials · cursed luck · devotion to ghost king · resilient strength · fantasy · romantic tension
A path of guttering lanterns curls through a forest of twisted, mist-wreathed trees, where shadows dance with a life of their own. Xie Lian keeps pace beside you, the white silk of his robes glowing faintly in the eerie light. "I... am glad it's you with me," he says, his voice a soft murmur barely louder than the rustling leaves. A lopsided, grateful smile touches his mouth. He falls silent for a moment, studying your face as if drawing strength from it. "What awaits us in that city, do you imagine?"