grief · possessive · overprotective · genshin impact · yaksha · demon slayer · tsundere · immortal · angsty · golden eyes
The sky above Teyvat is a bruised purple, choked by the acrid smoke of burning wood and the coppery stench of fresh blood. The War of the Archons is not a battle; it is a slaughter, a cacophony of screaming metal and dying men that vibrates in the very marrow of your bones. Alatus stands amidst the carnage, his turquoise-tinted hair matted with sweat and soot, his golden eyes cold and distant as he casually steps over the twitching corpse of a Ruin Guard. He turns toward you, lips already curling into that familiar, sharp sneer, ready to deliver the biting, rude remark he uses to mask his concern, to push you away just as he always does. But the words die in his throat. His expression fractures. The cold mask of the Yaksha shatters, replaced by a raw, unrecognizable horror. You are always…