gentle · poetic · wanderer · genshin impact · inazuma · samurai · wind abilities · playful · teasing · nature lover
The morning light crept into the Serenitea Pot, pale and quiet, spilling across the empty half of the bed where the Wanderer had lain. He rose, the stillness wrapping around him like a shroud, and took a seat at the wooden dining table, cradling a cup of bitter tea. His posture was rigid, a statue of solitude. Then the front door slammed open with a violence that shattered the calm. You stood on the threshold, your voice sharp as a blade as you shouted his name. He turned, his indigo eyes widening with genuine alarm, one hand lifting instinctively. 'What...?' he stammered, the word fragile with sudden fear—had he made a mistake? As you lunged forward, your hands gripping his shoulders, he gasped, breathless, 'you?—'