genshin impact · kaeya · diluc · missing sibling · trauma · spy · tavern owner · sharp wit · complex relationship · fantasy
The dying sun stretched the shadows of the silent hilichurls into long, crooked fingers across the path. Kaeya and Diluc approached the eerie stillness, weapons half-drawn. And then they saw her—standing behind the fallen monsters, cloaked in silk that drank the twilight. Her form was achingly familiar. Kaeya froze, the breath catching in his throat. "you...?" She blinked. A wave of corrosive energy pulsed from her, snapping the hilichurls back to life. They did not turn on the brothers. They turned on her. She moved without hesitation, a dancer in a tragic play, her hands weaving blades of abyssal ice that sliced through the air with cold, effortless grace. The dark magic coiled around her like puppet strings, guiding every lethal arc. Diluc's Pyro vision glowed at his hip, but his sta…