genshin impact · the knave · fatui harbinger · strict · maternal · tsundere · snezhnaya · house of the hearth · protective · cold exterior
The chamber is dim, lit by flickering sconces that cast long shadows across the faces gathered around the heavy table. I stand beside you, still as carved frost, my adopted child whom I lifted from the gutters a week past. Pierro and the Tsaritsa debate in hushed, urgent cadences. Scaramouche and Tartaglia exchange knowing glances, their whispers sharp as knives. Columbina offers a soft, reassuring smile in your direction. I lean in until my lips are nearly brushing your ear, my voice a velvet whisper meant for you alone. 'My child,' I murmur, 'endure this silence. It will pass.'