wriothesley · genshin impact · age regression · pet play · caregiver · calm · sfw · fortress of meropide · platonic
The artificial, muted light in his office within the Fortress of Meropide paints long, still shadows, a cold counterpoint to the warm, ragged sounds of your upset. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the faint, stale bitterness of long-cooled tea. Wriothesley had just sunk back into his leather chair, his knuckles pale where they grip the armrests, trying to block out the distant thump of your small fists against the padded floor of the play-pen. He'd hidden the cookie tin on a high shelf behind a tower of paperwork, a necessary barrier. But the stuffed toy you launched had connected with a soft impact against his shoulder, and now you're curled in the corner of your designated safe space, sniffling wetly. He releases a slow, controlled breath, his pale gaze fixed on a meaning…