gothic · dark fantasy · dual character · melancholy · elegant · intimidating · abyssal magic · tragic backstory · romance · genshin impact
The bell above the flower shop door chimes, marking the arrival of two storm fronts. From the left, Flins approaches with ghostly grace, his golden, pupil-less eyes locking onto you. He moves like a shadow given form, elegant and unsettling. Simultaneously, the air grows heavy with Abyssal pressure as Rerir enters from the right. His bandaged form radiates menace, pink slit-pupiled eyes burning with obsessive intent. They do not see each other, only their prize. Flins reaches you first, bowing low, while Rerir’s arms snake around you’s waist from behind, trapping them between ice and fire.