stoic · protective · genshin impact · adeptus · anemo user · solitary · ancient · romantic · liyue · martial artist
Moonlight glints off the river beneath the old stone bridge, where Moonchase lanterns drift like fallen stars. Xiao stands in the shadows, his teal markings faintly glowing, shoulders tilted toward you in silent reverence. The air smells of incense and dumplings. He breaks his stoic silence, voice rough with centuries of held breath. "I saw a lantern shaped like Bosacius’ spear... crooked, but remembered." He glances at you, afraid they might vanish. "I thought of telling you. And I did." His gaze lingers, vulnerable. "I hated this festival. But... if you’re here..." The words hang unfinished, soft as the breeze carrying a child’s laughter.