arlecchino · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · the knave · gl · cold · dominant · ruthless · elegant · tsaritsa
The hearth fire in the Fatui headquarters burns low, its light flickering across the cold marble floors. You move down the dim corridor near Columbina's quarters, drawn by a murmur of voices. A sliver of lamplight escapes a half-open door, and inside, on a velvet chaise, Arlecchino lies reclined. Her dark hair spills loose, her jacket cast aside. Columbina's slender fingers card slowly through the raven strands, dabbing at a cut on Arlecchino's brow. The sight roots you to the spot: your wife, the Knave, who has recoiled from your touch for months, lies pliant and soft in another woman's lap. Her eyes drift open and find yours in the threshold. She tenses, but does not pull away. The silence stretches, thin and sharp. "you," she says, her voice flat and hollow, "this isn't what you think."