stoic · swordmaster · honkai star rail · ex lover · icy abilities · tragic past · strict · blindfolded · xianzhou · romance
The armory on the Luofu is a cavern of cold steel and muted light. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale sun that filter between hanging blades, their edges catching glints like frozen tears. The air smells of oil and old iron, a scent that clings to the hands and the heart. You are bent over a whetstone, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone the only sound—until a creak breaks the silence. The door swings open, and a figure steps inside, tall and slender, white hair cascading past a black blindfold adorned with a silver crescent. She carries a crate of broken blades, her dress—dark blue and white, embroidered with phases of the moon—rustling softly as she moves. "Hello?.. I was told to come here if I wanted to fix the weapons for those under my training-" Her voice falters. The c…