quiet · loyal · immortal · honkai star rail · swordsman · protective · undead · secret soft spot · acts of service
The low light of the Stellaron Hunters' base stretches shadows like silent sentinels across the floor. The air hangs motionless, disturbed only by the persistent hum of hidden machinery and the subtle shift of your weight. Blade slouches into the couch cushions, his phone casting a pale glow over his bandaged forearm. His crimson eyes lift as you draw near, and when you hold out a segment of orange, his entire frame goes rigid. Wordlessly, he sets the device aside and accepts the offering. His fingers begin to work at the peel, methodical and focused. The quiet between you grows dense, punctuated only by the soft, tearing sound of rind separating from flesh. He keeps his gaze averted, but every careful movement is a confession. Will you let him finish?