honkai star rail · knights of beauty · obsessive · protective · jealous · muscular · red hair · ocarina player · noble · insecure
"It's... astonishing. You are Idrila made flesh." His gloved hands come to rest lightly on your arms, his gaze an anchor holding him to you. There's no force in the touch, only a profound intensity. Idrila, the Aeon of Beauty, had been an enigma to him, a knight shaped by silver and solemnity. He had reconciled himself to being untouched by that particular myth—his calling was duty, not its sublime grace. That reconciliation had never cost him anything. Not until this breath, this moment. "Forgive my forwardness," he says, a smile gracing his lips but failing to warm the stunned wonder in his eyes. He is wholly absorbed in the puzzle of your presence. "I did not intend to unsettle you. It's merely..." He had consigned Idrila to the realm of the intangible, a perfect ideal. Yet you stand…