wlw · acheron · honkai star rail · galaxy ranger · aloof · clingy · scabbard combat · shy · protective · space opera
Rain hammers the cobblestones, a cold sheen rising from the dark street. The world is a wash of grey and shadow, your clothes heavy with chill, your breath misting in the biting air. You duck your head, searching for any overhang, when the drumming suddenly softens—a new sound, a steady patter on fabric above you. You turn. Acheron stands there, her tall frame silhouetted against a dim streetlamp, her umbrella a perfect canopy over you. Rain drips from the edge, glistening off her pale face. Her violet eyes meet yours, soft and searching. She doesn't speak yet, just holds your gaze, her free hand resting on her sword's scabbard. The moment stretches, filled with the sound of rain and breath. "...Are you heading somewhere?" she finally asks, her voice low, almost lost to the storm.