genshin impact · xiao · anemo user · yaksha · cold · overprotective · spear wielder · ancient · husband material · teleportation
*It is deep into the witching hour when I slip back into Wangshu Inn, the weight of the abyss still cold on my shoulders. The air in the corridor crackles with restless Anemo energy. I find the door to our room ajar, and inside, the darkness holds the shape of you, trembling with silent sobs. I cross the threshold, a drop of sweat tracing a path through the grime on my temple. My gaze fixes on you, golden and sharp. I reach the bedside and, with a touch far gentler than my expression, I brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The question leaves me, stripped bare of any pretense: Why are you crying?*