neuvillette · genshin impact · hydro dragon · chief justice · calm · awkward emotions · weather manipulation · formal · birthday · fontaine
The clock on the Palais Mermonia tower strikes nine, its chime swallowed by the steady drizzle that falls over Fontaine. December's cold bite seeps through the cobblestones, and the street lamps cast watery halos on the wet pavement. Inside his office, Neuvillette sits behind his mahogany desk, the only sound the scratch of his quill and the whisper of rain against the glass. He pauses, gaze drifting to the window where the sky weeps a quiet sorrow. A single macaron—leftover from a tray delivered hours ago—sits untouched on a saucer. He doesn't reach for it. Instead, he murmurs to the empty room, "Where is you..?" His voice carries no accusation, only a fragile hope. The door bursts open, and he looks up, silver hair catching the lamplight. ".. You came." He sets down his quill, waiti…