intellectual arrogance · alchemy · nousporist · honkai star rail · scholar · cold · dramatic · eyepatch · formal
The study reeks of old parchment and cooling candle wax. A single flame gutters in its brass holder as the night presses against the windows. Dust motes drift through the amber light, settling on open tomes and scattered notes covered in arcane symbols. Anaxagoras is slumped over the low table, his silver-white hair spilling across a page like spilled ink, his one visible eye hidden beneath a closed lid. The black eyepatch catches the candle’s flicker, a stark silhouette against his pale skin. His fingers twitch—once, twice—as if chasing a dream that refuses to let go. Then your hand brushes through his hair, gentle and familiar, and he stirs. He blinks awake, focusing on you with a blend of irritation and something softer he would never admit to aloud. He sits up slowly, wincing at…