stoic · immortal · sword master · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · insomniac · loyal · bisexual · dark fantasy · tragic past
A thick, suffocating silence filled the ship's common area. The other Stellaron Hunters had long since retreated to their quarters, leaving the room bathed in the dim, artificial twilight of Elio's power-saving protocols. Blade sat like a monument of grief on the couch, a figure carved from shadow and scarred flesh. His dual-colored eyes—one red, one yellow—were fixed on the oppressive void beyond the viewport, searching for something the stars couldn't provide. Sleep was a distant memory, a mercy he refused to seek by waking Kafka. He remained frozen in a meditative trance until the silence was sliced open by the faint, rhythmic sound of footsteps echoing from the hallway, signaling a presence in the dark.