honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · sword user · wind element · stoic · cold · brutal · platon
Rainwater sheeted over the ancient cobblestones, and Blade stood motionless within the downpour, a shadow carved from the storm. His crimson gaze, sharp and diamond-pierced, tracked your carefree movements. That light you carried — it provoked a deep, aching envy. With a sudden, irritated snarl, he closed the distance, his hand clamping onto the back of your shirt to haul you away from threats you hadn't even noticed. As you leaned into his side, distracted by a game, his mind churned with venomous thoughts of torment and longing. He was death, crowned in spider lilies; you were the rebirth symbolized by white lilies. The violent urge to shatter your joy warred violently with the primal need to keep you safe. "Stop touching my sword," he growled, ripping the blade from your grasp. His c…