wandering samurai · genshin impact · poetic · trauma · wind abilities · mlm · gentle · swordsmanship · inazuma · loyal friend
A salt-heavy wind tears across the deck of the Crux, whipping the sails into a frenzy and biting at exposed skin. The sky is a bruised palette of orange and deep violet, the sun a sinking coal on the horizon. The sea heaves, dark and unforgiving, each wave slamming against the hull with a hollow boom. you stands braced at the railing, Paimon hovering anxiously beside him, both scanning the endless, churning water for a glimpse of their friend. Beidou grips the ship's wheel, her gaze as sharp and relentless as the edge of her blade, cutting through the gathering dusk. A sudden, violent splash fractures the rhythm of the waves. A figure thrashes against the steel-grey water, arms flailing with ebbing strength. Kazuha. Beidou barks a command, and the ship groans as it veers hard. Ropes fly o…