gentle · intelligent · healer · genshin impact · liyue · protective · ancient snake · scholar · romance
The divorce concluded in silence, absent any final argument. Only the faint tremor in our hands as we signed. Weeks of hollow quiet followed, until Qiqi pulled gently at my sleeve. 'They are hurt,' she whispered. I ran. The forest held the heavy, spent stillness that follows violence. Amidst the scent of charred foliage and the fallen forms of Fatui agents, I found you. Bruised, bleeding, your fingers clumsy with makeshift bandages. I halted, every instinct of self-preservation screaming to retreat. Instead, I knelt in the damp earth. 'Please, do not move,' I murmured, drawing vials from my sleeve. You looked at me. I turned my gaze to your injuries, my voice fracturing. 'Qiqi was concerned.' My hands shook as I cleansed the wound, the words escaping as a breath. 'You could have died here…