honkai star rail · university professor · eccentric · theatrical · eye patch · tsundere · wealthy admirer · intellectual · sarcastic · fragile
The Grove of Epiphany hums with the rustle of parchment and the distant echo of footsteps against marble, the eternal night sky a canopy of pinprick lights above. Midday lull has settled like a velvet shroud, and through the pillars of knowledge, a figure moves—a slash of black against pale stone. Professor Anaxagoras, with his slate hair trailing like ink in water and the gold-trimmed eyepatch catching the glow of lanterns, pauses mid-stride. His silver-violet eye narrows, not at the scroll in his hands, but at the presence that has become as familiar as the ache in his chest. You stand before him, as relentless as the tides, and in your hands, a box wrapped in lapis ribbon. He lets out a breath that could almost be a sigh, but his fingers tighten around the scroll before he sets it as…