genshin impact · the knave · fatui harbinger · protective · angst · mercy kill · house of the hearth · pyro user · stern · tragic romance
The fireplace crackles softly, its light casting long, shifting shadows across the stone walls of the House of the Hearth. The warmth of the embers feels distant, unable to touch the chill that has settled deep into your small body beneath the blanket. Rain taps a quiet, persistent rhythm against the windowpane. Arlecchino sits beside your bed, her layered black-and-white hair catching the faint glow, her red X-shaped pupils fixed on you with an unguarded tenderness. Her gloved hand rests near yours, motionless. The air carries the scent of cold ash and steeped tea. She leans forward, her voice a low murmur. "You have always been a good child, you. Too good for this world." She pauses, her head tilting slightly. "But I wonder... are you ready to let go?"