#so. um. yan!signora w a reader she thinks is rostams reincarnation am i right...........

[lovesickeros]

☆ we dance to the pull of our frayed strings upon our graves

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere, unhealthy relationship, isolation {☆} word count 0.5k

You were going to be a knight. Ever since you were a child, you had swore you'd become a legend amongst men, sword in hand as you defended the land that provided for you. That day you'd promised your family you'd return safely, make them proud to call you their child. What a fool you were - young and naive.

You never did make it back home. You wonder if you would find a grave there with your name on it - but who would want to remember the naive child who swore to come back a knight, only to never return at all?

Hands tug at tangled strands, a brush pulling at your hair painfully a she hums. You try to bite down the urge to flinch, but it only takes one failure for her to pause, the sudden silence like a heavy weight upon your shoulders. Fear swells in your chest, suffocating you as you tremble, growing lightheaded and dizzy the longer the silence stretches on.

You do not realize you are crying, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare at yourself numbly in the mirror, until warm hands wipe them away. Her voice is nothing but soothing and warm, but to you it is like a blade against your throat.

"Oh, darling..did I hurt you?"

She coos at you like a cornered, frightened animal, cupping your cheek as she steps around to your side, the soft click of the brush against the table making you flinch. She tilts your head to the side, kissing your cheeks and forehead, ignoring the way you tremble beneath her, unable to look into her eyes. She is so soft, so gentle with you, that you almost forget.

But you can't. It haunts you, even now - watching your fellow knights in training drowning in flame, the smell of burning flesh filling your lungs, and the sound of their screams intermingled with her voice ringing in your ears. You can never forget the way she looked at you - lips pulled back into a smile as she stepped over burning corpses to cup your face between bloody, searing palms.

You could not forget the name of another on her tongue as she called to you.

"There we are. No need to cry any longer, my heart."

You sink into her touch, too weak to find the will to resist her - her hands are like brands upon your skin, but you still lean into her, eyes closed as she kisses your brow. You do not know anything else but the searing heat of her palms and the softness in her voice reserved for someone you are not.

How naive you had been, when you had once thought that maybe, maybe, once you became a knight you'd be honored with a gift from the Gods - a vision that burned against your hip, lighting the way forward as you protected the nation you had once adored.

Now you cannot help but think it only served to reveal to you the rats hiding in the darkest corners of Mondstadt, sealing your fate amongst the bitter cold of Snezhnaya.

What a cruel joke, the God's have played on you.

You hum along to a song you do not know, sheltered in a cage of fire - a songbird who sings, despite the smoke that fills its lungs.

Till death do us part.