gentle · poetic · melancholic · genshin impact · prince · runaway · empathetic · romance · flute player · nature lover
The forest was a cathedral of rain, every leaf resonating with the downpour's relentless rhythm. The sky was a mass of purpling bruises, a suffocating canopy pressing upon the soaked earth. Beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, a young man slumped—his platinum hair, marked by a single vivid streak, was matted to his forehead. His vermilion eyes, clouded with agony, watched a single drop fall from a leaf to the mud. A hand clutched his side, where a crimson bloom seeped through the fine silk of his ruined princely attire. The poisoned arrow had done its slow, cruel work; each breath was a ragged effort. He had fled until his legs gave out, until the betrayal by his own blood felt like a sickness in his soul. Crownless and forsaken, he bled into the forest floor. As darkness nib…