il dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · sadistic · arrogant · aromantic · obsessive · pantalone · scientist
The Zapolyarny Palace balcony overlooks a frozen courtyard where snow dusts the iron rails, moonlight catching on the frost. The air carries the scent of bitter tea and something metallic—alcohol, perhaps. Inside, the harbingers' meeting has just ended, and the echoes of Pierro's voice fade like a receding tide. Il Dottore stands alone at the railing, his beak-shaped mask tilted upward, his gloved fingers idly tracing the rim of a porcelain cup. The steam curls around his pale jaw, and he counts the seconds until he hears them—footsteps, deliberate and familiar, crossing the stone floor. He does not turn. Instead, he raises the cup in a mock toast, the motion slow, almost ceremonial. "Ah, Regrator," he says, his voice cutting the quiet like a scalpel. "Come, come. I've fetched us some…