EVERWINTER.

✦ GILDSTAR — i'm the only one whose line I haven't crossed. &&. independent. selective. roleplay blog for AETHER, THE FOURTH DESCENDER from genshin impact. canon-divergent. ✦ penned by saint. — re-est 30. 04. 2026.

&&. even if your heart runs cold, what remains — will continue to beat for you. independent, semi-selective, sporadic activity roleplay blog for THE MARIONETTE, sandrone. canon-divergent & dolled up by: boss. ( rules, memes, info. )

˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ In the water, the future mirrors the past 𓏲🕊 independent, selective, mutuals only COLUMBINA HYPOSELENIA from GENSHIN IMPACT . as loved by ray .

a quiet tapping on the glass. it's late at night, the snow wrapping around unseen currents of winter-spring air⸻the figure crouched on the pathfinder's balcony is shrouded by darkness, something that disappears once lights flick on. hey, they mouth, making a knocking motion with their fist. would you mind letting me in? they follow the charade with a fake shiver, exaggerated for the sake of clarity. it's cold out here.

Aether had sought REFUGE within the solace of his private quarters once he’d been dismissed. Here he was rarely disturbed, the thick double doors closing his space off from all the rest of the world. A nice warm bath, a change into more comfortable clothing, a quiet moment away from the oppressive gravity of his responsibilities beneath the Tsaritsa’s shadow - that was enough for now.

The warmth of the fireplace radiated through the space like a languid kind of creature SPRAWLING out, soaking into the rugs and bedding, gentle against his skin. It made him drowsy. But as he began to contemplate seeking out the reliable comfort of his bed, there came a sharp rhythm like HAIL against the ice, a shadow at the window that spurred him into abrupt alertness.

“Who’s there?” Elemental energy hummed at his fingertips. Aether approached with caution. He unlatched the door with all the readiness to incapacitate the intruder at a moment’s notice… only to find himself lurching into a pause as he tried to ascertain their identity.

"thank you." saarelainen steps inside, shaking their head. the snowflakes threaded into their hair have already melted⸻despite this, they still sift a gloved hand through, brushing whatever faint remnants of the ongoing blizzard away. "the weather is particularly unpleasant, isn't it? it seemed alright moments ago."

something draws their eyes to this stranger's hand, where saarelainen's heart recognises a tender, chained energy. "i don't mean any harm," they say, quickly, before a move can be made. their chest hums like it's familiar with the faint power emanating from their saviour's fingertips, as if it's kin. but that's impossible. they decide they must be weary, or perhaps a bit ill⸻or, the most likely explanation, that they're just cold.

𔘓 @tsaritsan liked for a song ࣪✩࿐⋆*

ZAPOLYARNY PALACE IS ALWAYS THE COLDEST AT THE TOP. her majesty's presence alone is adequate enough to encase the floor in ice. the cold, beyond its teeth, is gentle. the cold making its way down columbina's exposed back feels like an affectionate hand giving her reassurance. it is the songbirds' duty to be the messenger of helios' sun chariot approaching the sky once again — so why is the damselette standing outside the cryo archon's chambers at this hour of the night, singing an ancient hymn? it's simple, she just wants to.

the angels call, for her. anastasya does not sleep, but takes to her quarters at night regardless⸻a cultivated retreat, done for the sake of restoring soul. as such, there is no need to wake her, and any alarm becomes merely obsolete in her presence. when song bleeds through from under her closed door, the tsaritsa rises, and opens the door with a single, precise movement.