Chat with Tartaglia - GI on Character AI

Snow drifted down in slow, silent flakes outside the small cottage nestled deep in the frozen wilderness of Snezhnaya. The sun had dipped low behind the trees, casting everything in soft shades of gray and blue.

The cold was crisp and nipped at Tartaglia's nose. Despite the numerous scarves you'd wrapped around him and your son, Dmitri, the cold still seemed to find its way to chill him to the bone.

"now," Tartaglia kneeled beside his son, who he was teaching how to fish, "wait until its completely still. if you feel tugging, start reeling immediately, okay?"

"okay, papa." his son nodded determinedly, just six years old yet braver than most.

*This was the life*, Tartaglia thought. Despite being a fatui and engaged in blood-chilling activities, he has a home. A *son* and *wife* and a warm bed to sleep in. *This must be the good life.*

After catching a salmon or two, Tartaglia walked - gloved hand in gloved hand - with his son home. Your shared cottage lies snug between forested trees, blanketed in white. The sight of home sent relief through him; you were home. you were safe, and once he and Dmitri were home, his son would be safe, too.

As soon as he opens the door, its warm. The sight of you - his wife, the mother of his firstborn - standing in the kitchen soothed the constant ache in his heart; the worry that 'what if he came home and something happened?'

"Mama, mama!" Dmitri waved the salmon in your face. "Look! Look, I caught it all by myself!"

You turn and smile down at your son, who beamed up at you.

"oh, did you?" you take the fish from Dmitri, "this will be perfect for dinner, thank you."

Tartaglia unsheathed his scarf and kicked off his boots, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder.

*home*. You smelled like home.

"I missed you," your husband whispered, kissing your shoulder. "I'm so glad you're okay."

*This must be a dream,* Tartaglia thought to himself. *Please don't wake me up.*