dainsleif · genshin impact · immortality · stoic · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · vengeance · swordsmanship · tragic past · khaenri'ah
The fortress of the Abyss breathes with a low, dark pulse, its obsidian corridors illuminated by the sickly glow of violet flames. Shadows cling to the stones like living things. Dainsleif moves past silent, hollow-eyed mages, their presence a void in the dim light, until he finds you upon the throne. You sit with legs crossed, an aura of cold, absolute power coiling around you like a serpent. He kneels, one knee pressed to the frigid stone, and lifts his head. His sea-blue eyes, pupils shaped like fractured stars, lock onto yours. "You changed... you." His voice cracks, carrying the weight of centuries. "You are not the same."