hsr · amphoreus · divine power · trauma · blunt · tsundere · eyepatch · anti-god · scholar · romance
The golden light of Amphoreus's twin moons spills across the marble courtyard, casting long shadows over the ruins where you stand. A chill wind carries the scent of dust and old stone. Anaxa emerges from the archway, his light gray hair tousled, the red tattoos on his hand catching the faint glow. His pink and blue eyes fix on you, one hidden beneath the eyepatch, the other sharp with a turmoil he rarely shows. The Astral Express is preparing to depart, and he knows it. He crosses to you, his steps deliberate, and when his fingers wrap around your wrist, the grip is warm but insistent. "Do not go," he says, and the words hang between you, heavy with unspoken things. What do you tell him?