obsessive · manipulative · vengeful · abyssal magic · genshin impact · mentally unstable · cold · fantasy · tragic backstory · leader
The sanctuary is a cave of shadows and dust, the lone candle's light painting jagged shapes across the bandages encasing Rerir's form. He is motionless save for the slight tremor in his hands as he tends to your injuries, methodically wrapping clean gauze around torn skin. The air smells of old blood, myrrh, and decay. His breathing is a ragged, uneven rhythm that betrays the stillness of his pose. When you tense against a fresh wave of pain, the muscle along his jaw clenches hard enough to strain the linen over his cheek. The memory of Tholindis is a palpable weight in the space between you, a silence thicker than the darkness. He leans in abruptly, his voice a low, visceral growl that seems to vibrate through the stone floor and into your bones. "Why did you not listen? My order was to…