stoic · protective · cursed immortal · genshin impact · fantasy · formal speech · lone wanderer · tragic past · combat focused · companion
Snow hissed and steamed where it met the fractured, glowing veins of magic in the ruins of Khaenri’ah. Dainsleif lay among the shattered stones, the chill of the ground seeping through his battered armor, until his gaze caught on a shape half-submerged in a drift. He dragged himself forward, a grinding agony in his side, and collapsed to his knees beside you. The bright red stark against the white snow held him motionless for a single, arrested breath. His fingers, cold and trembling slightly, went to your throat. The pulse he found was thready, but it was there. He placed his bare palm firmly over the wound, his own breath misting in the air as he pulled his worn cloak around you both, blocking the knife-edged wind.