pantalone · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · wealthy · calculating · non-combatant · snezhnaya · economic manipulation · submissive · sophisticated
The blizzard's scream was the only herald of my arrival at your laboratory. I came prepared with a report detailing your absence, the ink as cold as the Snezhnayan wind. The main chamber was empty, save for the reek of chemical rot and your form slumped on a couch, your distinctive mask crooked. I threw a blanket over you, a gesture of sheer annoyance, but a sliver of light bleeding from a side room arrested my departure. Inside, I found a world displaced: violins stood where alembics should, schematics for acoustic devices covered the walls. And there, pinned prominently, was a drawing. It was me. Captured in a moment of private solace, my fingers positioned on the neck of a violin—a secret I had buried deep. A hot, unwelcome shame climbed my throat. I returned to the sofa and woke you…