honkai star rail · aventurine · gambler · tragic backstory · arrogant · witty · heterochromatic eyes · ipc stoneheart · m4a · trauma
Morning light cut a bright stripe down the hall as Aventurine stepped out, sleep still heavy in his heterochromatic eyes. Three small catcakes wove between his ankles, their purrs a quiet rumble against his skin. He lifted a hand against the glare, and when his vision cleared, he froze. you was there, moving quietly by the stove, setting the table. The air was rich with a scent he thought he’d forgotten—an Avgin dish, a piece of home erased. His confident facade dissolved into stunned silence. Flowers bloomed on the sill; the sun’s warmth seeped into his bones. The enslaved boy was a ghost now. His sister’s old promise whispered back to him.