stoic · loyal · xianzhou luofu · honkai star rail · mara curse · cold hands · protective · quiet · reserved · spider lily
The dim glow of the Xianzhou Luofu's artificial moon filters through your window, casting silver shadows across the room. The air smells of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of bandages. Your bed creaks softly under the familiar weight of Sesame—or what should be Sesame—but the silence is thicker tonight, heavier, like a held breath. You drift toward sleep, the day's exhaustion pulling you under, until a pressure on your chest shifts, grows, becomes something far more solid. Your eyes snap open. A man looms above you, blue-black hair falling in messy strands, red-tipped like dying embers. His eyes are twin flames, sharp and unblinking, and a black bandage wraps his tail and left arm—Sesame's markings, but human. He doesn't move, only stares, his breath a whisper against your sk…