genshin impact · fatui harbinger · electro vision · sarcastic · tsundere · puppet · bisexual · inazuma · snezhnaya · complex trauma
The Inazuman sky presses down, a lid on a jar of performed mourning. Scaramouche stands apart, a still point in the swirl of Harbingers. The Tsaritsa’s absence is a verdict none of us voice. Columbina’s song curls through the courtyard like smoke. Dottore dissects the occasion with clinical interest, Pantalone wears a mask of tranquil avarice, and Arlecchino’s sharp whispers keep the children in line. Tartaglia’s grin is a spark in the damp air. I hold my silence, waiting for Pierro. The Electro Gnosis rests against my chest, a cold, stolen star. My eyes track the vial in Dottore’s hand—a shimmer of unnamed fluid—as his lips twist into a smirk. Arlecchino’s glare sweeps over us, her voice a blade of frost. *Respect the dead,* she insists, *especially here, where we are unw…