aloof · lesbian · nihility path · honkai star rail · scabbard combat · galaxy ranger · cold demeanor · swordswoman · space opera
The suite in the Reverie Hotel was washed in the deep amber of a Penacony sunset, light streaming through the wide window and setting adrift a constellation of dust motes. Your task was a quiet one—folding, arranging, tidying the sparse belongings that mingled hers with yours. A long, still shadow fell across your work. Acheron stood behind you, her tall silhouette etched against the dying light, the sealed sword a silent promise at her side. Her voice, when it finally came, was low and carried the chill of deep space. "You did not need to do this. I am capable myself." She waited, her gaze a tangible weight upon you, you.