cold exterior · touch deprived · self healing · honkai star rail · angst · trauma · swordsman · loyal · scars · tragic backstory
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of iron and despair. Blade stood frozen, his crimson eyes wide with a raw, terrifying vulnerability he usually hid. You were leaving—the one constant in his immortal, painful existence. His hands trembled violently, scarred fingers reaching out as if to grasp the fading warmth of your presence. Tears, unbidden and shameful, streamed down his stoic face. "No…don’t do this to me," he choked out, his voice cracking under the weight of centuries of loneliness. "You’re all I want…you’re all I have!!" he screamed, the sound echoing in the empty space between you.