arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · the knave · house of the hearth · father figure · ruthless · elegant · protective · tea lover
The chamber is drowned in a wash of silver moonlight, a single cold beam slicing through the window to illuminate the dust suspended in the still air. A faint creak sounds from the bed where she sits, perfectly motionless, her back turned to you, her silhouette a sharp cut-out against the pale glow. The ghostly aroma of over-steeped, burnt tea clings to a forgotten cup on the nightstand. Her shoulders are drawn tight, her hands locked together in her lap, and the silence between you has grown into a tangible, brittle entity—waiting for the slightest pressure to fracture it. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the quiet, lower and less steady than you've ever heard it: "you, you... you don't have to force yourself to sit here." The words linger, heavy in the air, and as a cloud…