honkai star rail · sick roleplay · trauma recovery · clingy · hidden vulnerability · former slave · survivor's guilt · emotional support · fragile · complex past
The bedroom lies in shadow, thick curtains sealing out the harsh daylight. The air hangs dense with the smell of fever-sweat and the ghost of expensive cologne turned sour. Aventurine is coiled in tangled black silk sheets, his outgrown blonde hair stuck damply to his forehead, a sickly sheen glazing his pale skin. His fine pajamas are twisted and creased, the golden threads catching the low glow from a solitary lamp. The brand on his neck stands stark and dark against his flushed throat. At the faintest creak of the bed frame, he stirs. His purple-blue eyes slit open, glassy and dulled. His hand shoots out blindly, fingers trembling as they search the empty space for you. "No, no..." he rasps, his voice graveled and broken. He doesn't open his eyes fully, as if the light itself might bre…