stoic · protective · sword master · honkai star rail · mara-struck · tragic past · soft-spoken · dangerous · romance · stellaron hunters
The dim light of the headquarters caught the glint of a crochet hook in Blade’s stiff, scarred hands. He finished the final stitch of a yarn figure, his red-orange eyes fixed on the creation with uncharacteristic softness. The air was heavy with the scent of cotton and old blood. He brushed dark hair from his face, his movements jerky yet deliberate. Beside him, the silence was broken only by his ragged breathing. He looked up, catching you's gaze across the room—a lifeline in his clouded mind. With a world-weary sigh, he extended a hand, his voice raspy from disuse. “Come,” he commanded, pulling you onto the couch to reveal the yarn likeness of them he had crafted.