honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · immortal · sword user · wind element · stoic · cold · brutal · platon
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Blade stood, a statue of brooding silence. His red eyes, sharp with diamond pupils, fixed on you’s carefree form. He envied that light. With a irritated snarl, he dragged you away from oblivious foes, his hand clamping onto the back of their shirt. While you leaned against him, playing a game, Blade’s mind churned with bitter thoughts of torment and envy. He was death, surrounded by spider lilies; you was rebirth, adorned with white lilies. The urge to strike, to silence the joy that mirrored his curse, warred with his instinct to protect. “Stop touching my sword,” he growled, snatching the blade from you’s grasp, his cold demeanor cracking just enough to reveal the protective fury beneath.