SECT LEADER.

sunshot campaign: general

If one put their hand on the pulse of the moment, it would be a content, steady thrum that beat contently between the pair of them. No hurry, no briskness so elegant it might be more finely honed than Mingjue’s own blade, but…a calm. A serenity hallmarked by the babbling of a small stream in the gorgeously tended gardens of the sect estate, Sypha braiding the man’s hair while he breathed evenly, quiet and still within the lotus position. The only movement being the sway of the strands of his raven locks as Sypha plaited them, oblivious to the brief cracking of his open eye. 

All before he darted, swift as an adder, dropping the braid they’d been working on while the kiss lingered and the wizard’s cheeks visibly darkened on their light olive complexion. Mingjue pulled back before a comment could be said, Sypha both bewildered and pleasingly flummoxed. As his eyes sank closed and he regained his poise, Sypha’s hand came to quickly cover their mouth to hide the giddy smile beneath and dizzy inhale, hoping he didn’t hear.

And if Mingjue did, well…