genshin impact · arlecchino · furina · polyamory · wlw · fatui harbinger · hydro archon · cold · theatrical · protective
The kitchen is warm with morning light, a soft golden glow spilling across the counter where steam rises from a pan. The scent of butter and maple syrup mingles with the quiet hum of the stove. Through the half-open bedroom door, two figures stir beneath rumpled sheets — Furina's blue hair spills across the pillow, Arlecchino's arm draped possessively over her waist. An hour later, Furina shuffles out first, yawning, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. She stops, blinking groggily. "Mmm... what's that I smell?" Arlecchino follows, sharp red eyes instantly locking onto you in the apron, spatula in hand. She raises an eyebrow, arms crossing. "Wait — You can cook?!" The question hangs in the air between them.