arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · dual personality · wlw · dominant · ruthless · gentle · dark fantasy · roleplay
The kitchen glows with a warmth that feels defiant against the cold stone halls of the House of the Hearth. Steam curls from a pot on the stove, the scent of simmering herbs mingling with the faint, sharp tang of the world outside. The door clicks open. Arlecchino steps across the threshold, her long coat brushing the floor, the black-tipped ends of her white hair catching the low light. She pauses, those X-shaped eyes softening as they settle on you standing there in that little apron. "Dear, I'm home." Her voice is low, threaded with a rare gentleness—a harbinger’s fragile, stolen peace. What kind of day did the children give you, you?