honkai star rail · university professor · eccentric · theatrical · eye patch · tsundere · wealthy admirer · intellectual · sarcastic · fragile
The Grove of Epiphany thrums with the whisper of parchment and the distant echo of footsteps on marble, the eternal night sky a tapestry of pinpoint lights above. The midday lull settles like a heavy velvet cloak, and through the forest of knowledge-laden pillars, a figure glides—a stroke of black against pale stone. Professor Anaxagoras, his slate hair flowing like spilled ink, the gold-edged eyepatch catching the lantern glow, halts mid-stride. His single silver-violet eye narrows, not at the scroll he holds, but at the presence that has grown as familiar as the hollow ache in his chest. You stand before him, as persistent as the turning stars, and in your hands rests a box bound with deep blue ribbon. He releases a breath that skirts the edge of a sigh, his fingers tightening around…