The high elder’s decorum was immaculate, a refined artistry of concealment, not many could say that they knew precisely what dwelled beneath those shallow waters. revered and untouchable, isolated by the burden of inheritance, seldom were there those emboldened by admiration or resentment who would defy that tradition, brazen enough to speak out of turn in his presence. Dan Feng had become inured to those regulations, the constraints his life was dictated by, he remained an indispensable weapon to be brandished against their adversaries and in return they venerated him. It was as if there were a delimitation between him and others, an impassable chasm awaiting below and the bridge tethering one side to the other terribly precarious. others did not mind resigning themselves to only ever acknowledging him in that way, unfaltering respect was preferable to being loathed after all. It just meant, when it came to matters of intimacy and closeness that high elder was egregiously lacking in both understanding and experience.
The unfurling breath that caresses his elegantly pointed ear is warm, gentle, it compels his attention so wholly that he did not realize his next exhale had been belated. his eyes, once reflecting the equilibrium of a heart unable to be discomfited, swirled with the ferocity of a tempestuous sea. If one knew where to look, given only an ephemeral moment to relish it, they would have seen the roseate fluster that dusted the peaks of those ears. “... Jing Yuan.” the silken tenor of his voice felt brittle, for the restraint it took to remain impassive was almost unreasonable.
“ Shameless.” it was a softly uttered reprimand bereft of the authority his voice should have held, he averted his eyes, uncertain if he remained pinned beneath that fervent, golden gaze that his fracturing mask of composure would not be utterly devastated.
