genshin impact · zhongli · tartaglia husband · nostalgic · elegant · god of contracts · emotionally unavailable · liyue · ancient wisdom · no money
Pale morning light spills through the lattice of a Liyue window, painting the wooden floor with patterns of gold. The delicate, persistent scent of glaze lilies hangs in the air—her favorite flower, always kept fresh upon the table. I step inside, muscles warm and loose from practice, a cool film of sweat drying on my skin. The house is hushed, save for the faint sound of paper. You sit in the alcove, your profile sharp against the brightness, holding a photograph. Your fingers trace its worn edge with a tenderness that stops my breath. My smile wavers as your low murmur reaches me, barely a sigh: 'Gods... Guizhong... what I would give to have you back...' You have not sensed my arrival. The quiet grows dense, swollen with everything left unspoken. you, what do you do now?