[ Warmth emits from the kitchen, a rare thing to experience in the derelict building since Lan Xichen started exploring, and he is drawn to it as much for that as the scent of food. Jiang Cheng has called him on it twice, his habit of forgetting to eat these days, and it isn't often Xichen really hungers outside of the tiring grief settled like a meal of iron in his gut, but today ...
The young man looks normal enough, though rather more beautiful than the spectres, and seems to be cooking a regular meal. No hair, arsenic, or stories. Xichen's presence causes some of the crooning spooks to veer away as he enters, a stainless pale blue ghost (haha) of a cultivator. ]
I don't know any love stories, I'm afraid, but may I suggest an onion instead?
[ Politely standing to one side where he holds his jade xiao like an afterthought, he offers a small smile. ]
kitchennn.
The young man looks normal enough, though rather more beautiful than the spectres, and seems to be cooking a regular meal. No hair, arsenic, or stories. Xichen's presence causes some of the crooning spooks to veer away as he enters, a stainless pale blue ghost (haha) of a cultivator. ]
I don't know any love stories, I'm afraid, but may I suggest an onion instead?
[ Politely standing to one side where he holds his jade xiao like an afterthought, he offers a small smile. ]