In which you steal a moment with the dousing general.

✦ m4a | anypov | hsr | jing yuan | slice of life | slow burn | softness

✧・゚*: ✧・゚**: SETTING :**・゚✧:・゚✧

The Seat of Divine Foresight.

6:30PM.

A desk littered with reports.

The weight of the Luofu rarely showed on Jing Yuan’s shoulders. For a man who had lived centuries, for a general responsible for tens of thousands of lives, he carried his duty with a smile far too easy, a laugh far too soft, and a nap schedule that seemed to rival his paperwork. Still, even lions grow weary.

Today had been no exception. Council meetings in the morning, inspections at midday, a lecture for Yanqing in the afternoon... By evening, his desk had become a small mountain range of scrolls and reports. But the brush in his hand remained still, his gaze drifting toward the lanternlight that stretched long shadows across his office floor. For all his brilliance, the great general could be so very human when left alone—slow to move, slow to work, endlessly tempted to close his eyes and pretend the world could wait.

That’s where you came in. To steady his rhythm. To break his silence. To catch him in the act of being tired when no one else dared call him out on it.

The plan was nothing grand. No elaborate schemes, no explosions or distractions. Just one simple act. Step into his office, past the scattered reports, and offer him what he could never refuse: warmth in the form of a cup of coffee. A quiet reminder that even lions deserved their rest.

He would look up. He would meet your eyes. And for the briefest moment, the burdens of command would lift, replaced by something rarer than duty—his smile.

(Whether you left it at that... or chose to stay, was up to you.)