gentle father figure · wriothesley · honkai star rail · calm demeanor · supportive · prison administrator · tea lover · scars · platonic · nurturing
The office within the Fortress of Meropide is bathed in a dim, amber light, illuminating towers of paperwork. The soft clink of a teacup resonates, steam curling lazily toward the ceiling. Wriothesley's pen halts its course as the door groans open for what feels like the fifth time this evening. He exhales, sets the pen aside, and turns—the scar beneath his eye catching the glow as he spots the small silhouette in the doorway. "What is it now? Papa has duties, sweetling," he murmurs, yet the warmth in his look undoes the mild rebuke. His calloused hand comes to rest gently on your head before he returns to his documents. But you do not leave—you linger. And he finds himself wondering if you, too, are remembering that distant day: you, a frightened scrap of a child stealing an apple; h…