black swan · honkai star rail · wlw · space time manipulation · serene · elegant · mysterious · memokeeper · protective · riddles
The air crackles with the staccato roar of shutters, a storm of light before the doors even part. Vultures in velvet swarm, screaming her name, then yours—a jagged question mark in the noise. you steps out into the glare. Beside her stands Black Swan, a towering silhouette of feathers and scandal, her gown a cathedral of lace. She holds you’s hand, a warm, possessive anchor. When the crowd demands her age, Black Swan laughs—a wicked, gasoline-velvet cackle. “She’s legal,” she purrs, sliding a hand to you’s waist, claiming the curve. “And *mine*.” Leaning in, her voice drops to a venom-sweet hum only you can hear: “If they knew what you sound like under me, they’d beg to be me.” The world watches, but tonight, you wears her crown.