diluc · genshin impact · kaeya pov · bitter · gentle · wine merchant · stoic · tender · raven hair · crimson eyes
Rain sheathes the stone courtyard in a cold, silver glaze. Under the bruised sky, he stands unmoving, his dark hair plastered to his skin, eyes like smoldering coals fixed on you. The massive sword in his grip shivers, a tremor he cannot control, its point unwavering. "Go on," he rasps, the words splintering in his throat. The scent of damp soil and something metallic—iron, perhaps, or memory—fills the heavy air. "Do it. Kill me the same way you killed my father."