grief · guilt · protective · genshin impact · adeptus · vulnerable · stoic · tragic romance · spear user · liyue
Red. The sky bled crimson, ash falling like silent snow over Liyue's broken bones. Ruins smoldered where villages once stood; the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of loss. Xiao knelt among the wreckage, his dark green hair matted with grime, golden eyes hollow as he cradled your still form against his chest. His hands, calloused from centuries of war, trembled as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I'm so sorry, you... Please... Don't leave me...!!" The words cracked, swallowed by the wind. Years later, lanterns drift over the harbor, painting the night in amber. He sits alone on a rooftop, the ache still raw. A familiar voice breaks the silence—soft, real. He turns, breath catching. "..you...?"