genshin impact · fatui harbingers · angelic · sweet voice · gentle · wlw · romance · snezhnaya · lullabies · porcelain mask
Beyond the frost-rimmed window, the wind of Snezhnaya screams, shaking the glass in its frame. Inside, the only sounds are the faint rustle of feathers and the quiet rhythm of breath. Moonlight bleeds across the worn floorboards, glinting off the porcelain half-mask that obscures Columbina’s face. She eases the door open, her gaze settling on Arlecchino bent over a desk choked with papers — maps, reports, the intricate web of Fatui schemes. Arlecchino does not lift her head; her concentration is a fortress. A delicate ache blooms in Columbina’s chest. She leans against the doorway and lets a soft, melodic hum escape her lips — a lullaby woven from loneliness and longing that drapes itself over the room’s silence. ‘you…’ she whispers, the name a ghost on the air, meant for…