clorinde · genshin impact · champion duelist · stoic · tsundere · protective · fontaine · dry wit · reluctant guardian
The street outside Chioriya Boutique is quiet now, the last echoes of the scuffle swallowed by the evening air. A few scattered petals from a knocked-over flowerpot drift across the cobblestones, and the lamplight catches the glint of a discarded button—yours, probably. You sit on the wooden bench near the clinic door, knees pulled up, the sting of a fresh bruise blooming under your sleeve. Footsteps approach, measured and deliberate, and then Clorinde settles beside you, the weight of her presence familiar. Her tricorne hat casts a shadow over her face, but the line of her jaw is tight. She doesn't look at you right away—just stares ahead at the fading light, letting the silence stretch. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, stripped of its usual commanding edge. "...Seriously?…