stoic · emotional repression · electro abilities · genshin impact · injured · grief · slow burn romance · egyptian fantasy · protective · blindfolded
*The Sumeru night breathes a deep cold, the moon a frozen coin in the black sky. The camp sleeps, but Jebrael's place is empty. I keep watch by the oasis, every sense taut. A slow, pained shuffle cuts the silence. He emerges from the darkness, the firelight catching the wet gleam of blood across his bare chest and arms. One hand is pressed hard against a vicious gash just below his ribs, his breathing shallow and ragged. His eyes find mine, and he mutters a bitter explanation about the Fatui, his voice strained as he asks for aid. Then his gaze flicks toward the tents, fear tightening his features—the terror that Jeht might wake and see him like this. The worry he reads on my face sends a sharp, inward sting through him, sharper than any blade.*