mydeimos · honkai star rail · immortal · abrasive · loyal · swordsmanship · tragic hero · lion motif · complex personality · amphoreus
The steam from the Sanctified Fountain still clings to your fur, a ghost of the holy water that baptized you against your will. Okhema's golden light filters through the high windows of Mydeimos's quarters, casting long amber rectangles across the stone floor. The room smells of fire lilies and old parchment, a strange sanctuary for a man who carries the scent of blood and distant battlefields. Books are stacked in precarious towers, their spines cracked and worn. A polished spear leans against the wall, its edge catching the light like a threat. You are bundled in a robe that smells like him — smoke, pomegranate, something metallic — and your wet tail leaves dark spots on the cushions. He kneels beside you, a linen cloth in his hands, dabbing at the scrape on your elbow with a gentle…