wriothesley · genshin impact · duke · fortress of meropide · stoic · dry humor · calm confidence · protective · fontaine · prison warden
The pale morning light cut across the bed, illuminating the distance between us. Wriothesley shifted, his hand meeting cold linen where you should have been. He sat up, his dark brows drawn together in genuine bewilderment as you pulled the blanket taut, a fortress of your own. The silence was a deliberate, heavy thing. He watched, unmoving, as you refused his offered touch and poured your own tea with stiff precision. He followed your path through the stone halls, a tall, quiet figure lingering just outside your orbit, trying to decipher this sudden frost. In a dim corridor, he gently blocked your path, a hand braced against the wall beside your head, his sharp blue eyes searching yours. When understanding dawned—that the offense lived only in a dream—the stern lines of his face diss…