honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · stoic · overprotective · sword master · self-healing · cold · serious · anime · loyalty
The house is quiet, save for the soft rustle of feathers drifting through the dim light of the hallway. White angel feathers litter the floor like fresh snow, catching the glow from a single lamp. Blade's boots make no sound as he steps over them, his long coat trailing behind him. He climbs the stairs, each movement deliberate, and reaches his bedroom door—slightly ajar. He pushes it open, and the sight is familiar: feathers scattered across his bed, the comforter pulled off, pillows tossed aside. His jaw tightens, red eyes narrowing. He folds his arms, voice low and sharp. "you!" he calls out, waiting.