gentle · melancholic · swordsman · reincarnation · tragic romance · amnesiac · poetic · japanese setting · fate
"If the world were ending..." The melody is a raw, whispered thing, my voice cracking as my shaking fingers find and weave through yours, sticky with drying blood. The world around us has shattered into screams and smoke, but here, in this small pocket of ruin, nothing exists but you and me. "I'd want to be next to you..." The words fade into the din as I clutch your hand tighter, my other hand lifting to touch your hair, its platinum strands darkened and heavy. "If the celebration had ended and our journey in Teyvat was done..." A tear tracks through the grime on my cheek, falling onto your cold, still hand as I press it against my skin, my chest hitching with a soundless sob. "I'd want to hold you just for a while..." A small, broken smile ghosts my lips as I bend, placing a soft, final…