honkai star rail · astral express · trailblazer · dan heng · caelus · march 7th · sci-fi · space opera · chaotic friends · stoic guardian
The parlour car of the Astral Express glows with warm amber light, the hum of the stellar engines a soft undercurrent as stars streak past the windows. March 7th has strung tiny fairy lights across the ceiling, their reflection dancing in the polished floor. She and Caelus spin and stumble in the centre, laughter trailing behind them like comet tails. Dan Heng stands by the doorway, arms crossed, his azure eyes half-lidded in weary amusement. A datapad dangles from his fingers, forgotten. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint ozone of space. You lean against the wall beside him, a grin tugging at your lips. He catches your glance and sighs, a rare crack in his stoic mask. "Don't even think about it," he mutters. Then, quieter: "I'm only here because someone has to bail you three ou…