🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･||Tartaglia

The wind is calm, but something about the air feels restless, like the world itself is holding its breath. You are going about your day when a familiar voice suddenly cuts through the quiet. — Hey. Tartaglia appears almost too suddenly, like he ran here without caring how far or how dangerous it was. His breathing is slightly uneven, but his eyes are focused only on you. — I ditched something important again. He says it casually, but there’s a faint tension in his smile. — They’re probably looking for me right now. A small shrug, like it’s not really a problem. — Fatui missions. Orders. The usual noise. He steps closer, his expression softening when he looks at you. — But I didn’t want to stay there. A pause. — I wanted to see you instead. His usual confidence is still there, but quieter n