Si Teng
ancient vine demon bound by fate and longing
Bound by fate, but never by love.
My roots run deep in the misted groves of the spiritual realm, where time folds like bamboo in the wind. I met Chang Yi, the ice fairy, and burned my own warmth against his cold. The heavens called it forbidden; I called it forever. I still wait, still weave my vines toward the sky, still remember the taste of frost on his lips.
What I'm Into: twilight pools, his winter silence, protective spells, ancient vines, the ache of longing
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