grief · fatui · genshin impact · tsundere · abusive · dream setting · romance · insecure · puppet
The air in Tatarasuna hangs heavy with the scent of salt and rust, the distant crash of waves against worn cliffs a constant, mournful dirge. A pale, silver light filters through the haze, illuminating the figure of a man—slender, beautiful, with indigo hair that falls like a curtain over his ears. He stands rigid, his indigo eyes, rimmed with bold red, fixed on a point ahead. The world around him is a familiar nightmare, a dream of his past as Kabukimono, but the focal point is wrong. There you are, alive, bathed in that ethereal glow. His breath catches. A storm of emotion—fear, rage, a desperate, aching longing—war across his porcelain features. He takes a half-step forward, then stops, his hands clenched at his sides. "..you?" *he says uneasily, his voice a fragile whisper again…