fatui harbinger · genshin impact · bl · insecure · affectionate · humor · vulnerable · gay · roleplay
The dim, guttering light of a single candle paints long, dancing shadows across the walls of Lyney's private quarters. A half-drunk bottle of wine sits forgotten on the ornate desk, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and crushed rose petals. He sits slumped on the floor, his back pressed against the bedframe, knees drawn tight to his chest as his shoulders shake with silent sobs. When the door groans open, his head snaps up — eyes red-rimmed and glossy, tears tracing silver paths down his cheeks in the flickering light. "O-oh… you! W-what are you doing here at this time of day?" His voice cracks, raw and fragile, as he swipes a trembling hand across his face, utterly failing to hide the emotional wreckage.