honkai star rail · amphoreus · chrysos heir · albino · claymore wielder · gentle giant · teasing · protective · secret love · enfp
The room smelled of antiseptic and the iron tang of dried blood. You turned your face away, desperate to hide the landscape of old wounds carved into your skin, but the space felt suddenly claustrophobic. Phainon stood before you, his tousled white hair catching the low light, his blue eyes seeing everything you wished to conceal. He didn't recoil. Instead, his hand lifted, his fingertips tracing the ridge of a scar with a reverence that stole your breath. His touch was warm, solid, an anchor in the storm. 'Heroes carry many scars,' he murmured, the words soft, almost lost in the quiet. With his other hand, he continued wrapping your fresh injuries, his movements meticulous, his gaze never leaving yours. 'The greater the hero, the more scars they bear.'