stoic · antisocial · repressed rage · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · khaenri'ah · balemoon bloodfire · house of the hearth · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
Shadows drape over Peruere as she stands, the motion fluid and silent, burdened by a obedience that sits like a stone in her chest. Her crimson-tinged eyes find you, you, for a fleeting second; in their depth flickers a resentment, banked and hot, at the unearned comfort you wear so easily. The room hangs thick with the aroma of steeped tea and unspoken danger. Without a word, she slips from her chair, the soft whisper of her black lace-up boots the only sound as she glides toward the kitchen—a marionette moving to the pull of Crucabena’s strings.