#yelan................. you are my mount everest ..........................

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ) ;

( AT THE END AS AT THE START, & THROUGH ALL THE IN-BETWEENS, I LOVE YOU )

characters : ganyu / childe / itto / yelan / wanderer fandom : genshin impact quote cr : amal el-mohtar and max gladstone a/n : part 3 of 4! each character is limited to 150 words.

pt. i // pt. ii

↬ ganyu ࿐ ࿔

to exist between two worlds tears the soul asunder in liminal spaces and limbo alike. ganyu belongs neither here nor there, and in a gentle heart, there is desire for somewhere to call home.

she gazes upon liyue, feels that lump in her throat, a sorrow profound, and a loneliness she cannot make purpose of.

"you've always belonged." you watch the heartache fade from her visage, place a glaze lily in the palm of her hand. "whether the mountains or city, it's all your home, ganyu."

she inhales sharply. her eyes sting, tongue numb. she grabs your hand, squeezes three times in silent confession of ardor.

"thank you."

it is your smile that is the breaking point, and her tears flow, yet you do not speak. instead, you squeeze her hand not three times, but four in the knowing of a shared love and presence until fate bids lovers farewell.

↬ childe ࿐ ࿔

"don't worry your pretty little head off," childe says, voice muffled as you adjust his scarf, "i'm used to the cold."

"remember how you got sick last time? you were such a baby."

is that your true motivation? the harbinger gasps, and maybe you wrap the scarf a little tighter.

"so you tend to me," he begins, voice cracking, "not out of love, but out of convenience?"

"yeah. how'd you know?"

your annoyed look is a facade; despite how genuine it seems, childe always manages to see through you. how delicate it is, your mask shattering the moment he smiles.

he is your weakness, after all.

"i always know." he hums, taking you into his arms. he pulls down the scarf, presses a kiss against your nose as you sigh in defeat. "besides, i can just hold you like this in case i get too cold. you're all i need."

↬ itto ࿐ ࿔

an oni's life is difficult, prejudice in wait at itto's every step. since childhood, he has always been well aware of his identity, chin held high despite the hardships. with joyous spirits and a boisterous personality, few would know there is a quiet bruising of the soul.

"does it hurt?" your fingertips graze over his horns, note his curious reaction.

"what, that? no."

you both recall previous events from this morning, a grimace crossing his features at the harsh words that ring endlessly in his ears.

"oh." itto becomes uncharacteristically silent, feels your arms wrap around his frame. "that didn't hurt."

of course it didn't. he's used to these things, he reminds himself, closing his eyes, indulging in your hug. it didn't.

"it's not true. you're fine as you are."

"you're gonna make me cry, y'know?"

"i'm going to make that man cry first."

"easy, easy-- you already did today!"

↬ yelan ࿐ ࿔

yelan holds many names and stories and none of them real. from person to person, false qualms and fake tragedies, you remain oblivious to her true self, only knowing that there is a hurt that bores a hole in the heart. you are unsure of this feeling-- harboring affections for someone who could be entirely fictive. anxiety weighs on your shoulders, one she is knowing of yet does not act upon.

she does not fault you ; it is not a terrible thing, the way she lives her life, carries herself in multitudes, and it is one of necessity. yelan is made of certainties, and she is certain that you have become an important part of her life.

she laces her fingers with yours, lips ghosting over your skin in an act of quiet reverence. perhaps one day you will learn the truth of her, but for now, this is enough.

↬ wanderer ࿐ ࿔

vagabonds do not know of refuge ; without a heart, there is no meaning in belonging, no need for emotions.

no, there is no need for emotions, but even the wanderer cannot rid of the ones he feels towards you. he does not wish to identify them, put a name to something akin to love because it has no place in his many lives.

"breathe." your hands ghost over his chest, delicate. "it's alright."

you do not expect to feel anything and you don't ; it frightens him deeply, but there is a kindness in your eyes that he fails to understand.

"why won't you give me a name?"

you smile, still your hand over the place a heart should reside.

"because it is your own, wanderer. you know who you are beneath it all, do you not?"

there is an absence of feeling, a dormancy, and you think it is beautiful.