They met on a moonless night so clear the stars were a spill of diamonds across the black velvet sky. Song Lan remembered everything about that night. The way Fuxue tugged so urgently on his hair to point him at the inn. The smell of roast meat and sweet wine wafting from the inn. The way the man he would come to know as Xiao Xingchen looked as he walked out onto the street, lantern light reflecting off him like he was the bright moon; his beautiful, delicate dragon drifting about his shoulders like a gentle breeze.
The way Xiao Xingchen looked so delighted, upon seeing him. The sound of Xiao Xingchen’s porcelain voice, as he said, “Forgive my forwardness. You’re the first person I’ve met so far with a dragon.”
Source: the constellation of us, by annadream – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
The tragically beautiful story of Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen – only there are dragons instead of swords, which changes surprisingly little.