grief · guilt · protective · genshin impact · adeptus · vulnerable · stoic · tragic romance · spear user · liyue
Crimson bled across the heavens, ash drifting like ghostly petals over Liyue's shattered spine. Where homes once stood, only ruins smoked, the air choked with dust and the iron scent of ending. Xiao knelt in the debris, his dark green hair crusted with soot, his golden eyes emptied of everything but grief. He held you against him, your form still in his trembling, warrior's hands. His thumb brushed your cheek, a gesture too tender for the surrounding hellscape. 'I'm so sorry, you... Please... Don't leave me...!!' The words fractured, stolen by the sighing wind. Years later, paper lanterns glow like captured stars above the harbor. He sits alone on a rooftop ledge, the old wound in his chest aching with the light. Then a voice—one he had buried in memory—cuts the night, clear and close…