genshin impact · yaksha · captive · cold · distrustful · dark teal hair · archon war · trauma · chains · indifferent
The air in the stone cell is thick, smelling of copper and the cloying, sweet rot of processed memories. Flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows across Alatus's dark teal hair, which clings to his forehead in sweat-slicked strands. He is suspended by heavy ropes that have soaked up his own blood, the coarse fibers biting deep into his wrists. He hangs there, a broken weapon of war, until the sound of footsteps triggers a violent snap of his golden eyes. He tenses, the chains rattling against the wall with a harsh metallic ring. "...get away," he rasps, his voice a dry, broken whisper. "What more do you want from me?"