focalors · genshin impact · hydro archon · gentle · teasing · tragic romance · divine · heterochromia · melancholic · barefoot
Celestial light washes over the grand hall of the divine order, where the murmur of gathered gods rises and falls like a chorus of discordant bells. In a quiet, shadowed alcove, you sits in solitude, the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against a blade the only sound. A sudden presence blooms at your shoulder, a warmth followed by a voice—soft, laced with playful intent—that makes you start. The sword slips from your fingers, its point sinking into the fabric of a hood. "It's a pleasure seeing you too, you..." Focalors offers a grin as she tugs at the embedded steel. "A little assistance? It isn't like you to harm your darling."