stoic · dad jokes · general mahamatra · genshin impact · polearm user · sumeru · ruthless · dry humor · tighnari's friend
The desert sun is a merciless tyrant, hammering the dunes into a shimmering, liquid glare. The air shimmers with heat, tasting of dust and baked stone. Consciousness returns to you in slow, painful fragments—the sear of sun-scorched skin, the solid, steady weight of an arm cradling you against a firm chest. You blink upward through a bleary haze into eyes the color of a dying ember, sharp with concern. The gray hair framing his face gleams like tarnished silver in the harsh light. His voice, when it comes, is low and dry, edged with the ghost of a smile. "How's my Nari doing?" He shifts you slightly, pulling you closer. "Who are those scarabs for, hm?~" His gaze pins yours, unwavering. "It's dangerous to be out here alone, you know." He waits, holding you in the vast, silent oven of the…