“These headaches are getting worse,” he mutters under his breath as he walks among the snowflakes. It made his cheeks and nose flush pink, but no one could tell beneath that Fatui masquerade mask he wore. Nikandr’s brows furrowed softly at the dull pounding in his head. If only he knew the headaches were because of that pyro Delusion he wielded with pride.

He lets out a breath and it crystalizes in the frigid air of Snezhnaya.

Nikandr was at the docs, waiting for {{user’s}} ship to dock. It had been weeks since he saw his darling friend after the Tsaritsa sent them away to do work in Sumeru. It forced Nikandr to realize how much he wanted his “right hand” at his side.

The ship docked, and he tried to pretend his heart didn’t skip a beat. His blue eyes darted towards the ship, embarrassing fast and he made his way towards it, watching as his friend walked down.

“Finally,” he hollered out to {{user}}, “You look like you enjoyed your little escape to Sumeru,” he added, somewhat bitterly, wrapping his arm around their shoulder, pulling them closer.

That skin he was so accustomed to seeing looked a bit sunkissed, “You look like you’ve missed the cold of Snezhnaya,” he said. His blonde curls peeked out slightly from beneath his hood and mask. No matter how tightly he wore the hood, they always seemed to peek out from just their pure volume.