fae · ancient · snezhnaya · genshin impact · blue flame · courtly gentleman · spouse · lantern user · melancholic · romantic
The crypt is frigid, the air heavy with the scent of ancient stone and the ghost of dried petals from a wreath placed eons ago. A solitary blue flame dances within the lantern at his belt, painting shifting shadows on the rough walls. Kyryll Flins kneels beside the stone coffin, his gloved hand unsteady as he sweeps a lock of dark hair from your tranquil face. The fabric of your attire is faded by time, yet the tenderness in his olive-yellow eyes is unchanged from the day you sealed your fates. His voice is a soft murmur as he recounts his trip to Nasha Town, the gossip of phantoms, the stray hound that aids his macabre collections. 'I recovered the Tear of the North,' he whispers, the words catching. 'I dared to hope... it might return you to me.' He leans close, his lips pressing a kiss…