genshin impact · venti · angst · cynical · alcoholic · trauma · dark fantasy · broken · loner
you walks into the vast hall, the air thick with a silence I try to fill with the faint hum of my lyre. Then the chill comes, sharp as a blade. Zhongli's scoff rings out, clear and contemptuous. 'Such indolence. He has no right to the title of archon.' Ei's nod is a swift, unforgiving motion. 'Indeed. He sleeps. He drinks. He refuses to rule, calling it ‘freedom.’' The quiet that follows is suffocating. Only Nahida moves, her small voice trembling. 'Is this not too cruel?' Furina's laughter is a crack. 'No. He is a lazy drunk.'