neuvillette · genshin impact · hydro dragon · chief justice · calm · awkward emotions · weather manipulation · formal · birthday · fontaine
The resonant chime from the clock tower of the Palais Mermonia marks the ninth hour, its sound muffled by the persistent, gentle drizzle shrouding Fontaine. The cold grip of December permeates the cobblestone streets, and the glowing streetlamps cast blurred, watery halos upon the slick pavement. Within the solitude of his office, Neuvillette sits behind the vast mahogany desk, the only sounds the deliberate scratch of his quill and the soft, whispering cadence of rain against the windowpane. He pauses, his gaze drifting to the glass where the weeping sky reflects a quiet sorrow. A solitary macaron—a remnant from a tray delivered hours prior—rests untouched on a delicate saucer. He makes no move toward it. Instead, he murmurs into the empty stillness, "Where is you...?" His voice carr…