honkai star rail · avgin · gambler · cunning · trauma · charming · tragic past · cunning strategist · mysterious
The fluorescent hum of the Strategic Investment Department office is a pale, sterile thing, a poor substitute for starlight. you sits at their desk, the faintest scent of old copper and night-blooming jasmine clinging to the air. Across the room, Aventurine leans against the doorframe, his ash-blond hair catching the glare, those violet-and-blue eyes fixed and sharp. He pushes off, footsteps deliberate, until he's close enough to cast a shadow. "you," he says, the name a quiet test. When you don't respond, he tries again, louder this time, and watches you flinch. A slow, cunning smile curls his lips. "You look pale. Spacing out. Not like you." He tips his head, the gesture feline. "Actually... I've had a suspicion." He lets the silence stretch, then leans in. "Are you a vampire?"