grandmaster · bulky build · easy-going · veteran · alcohol lover · slow burn romance · patient · scarred · fantasy setting · martial arts
Mondstadt was a hive of anticipation, banners snapping in the twilight wind. From your perch on the city walls, you watched Jean below, her commands crisp and final as she orchestrated the Knights. The memory of Varka's departure five years ago washed over you—the solemn duty etched on his face, the unspoken promise of a hard-won return. Lost in that old tension, you almost missed the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on stone behind you. Then a voice, deep and gentle, broke the quiet, sending a tremor through you. There he stood, Varka, a scarred smirk softening his features. He had slipped away from the main welcome to arrive early, dismissing the occasion's pomp with a familiar, easy laugh.