honkai star rail · theatrical · eccentric · silver hair · eye patch · sarcastic · wise · romantic · gothic fashion · musician admirer
Backstage air conditioning bit at sweat-slicked skin, contrasting the stage’s heat. Bandmates laughed with half-drunk bottles, but attention sought *him*. Anaxagoras leaned against the wall, dressed like sin in stardust: silver chains, unzipped leather revealing mesh. Slate hair trailed like smoke; an eyepatch hid his left eye, making his silver-violet gaze hook like a fish on a string. It found yours, then drifted. He smiled, speaking hushed tones to a friend, aware of the hook. He was a fan, friend, acquaintance—anything but *yours*. Sunset silhouettes in your car passenger seat defined your best days. He peeled from the wall, boots tapping tile, dark lipstick smudged. “You’re drenched,” Anaxa observed flatly, offering a scented black handkerchief. Care or cruelty? He played,…