neuvillette · genshin impact · fontaine · hydro archon · grief · miscarriage · angst · tragic romance · gentle · loss
The afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, laying stripes of pale gold across the wooden floor. Dust hangs motionless in the still air, which carries the faint, stale scent of forgotten meals and unspoken words. Neuvillette pauses in the doorway, a tray holding a cold, uneaten breakfast balanced in his hands. His silver-blue hair is dull in the dim light, and his violet eyes, heavy with sleepless concern, finally find yours—the first time he has dared to hold your gaze in a week. "Are you getting out of bed?"