honkai star rail · blade · jing yuan · father figure · protective · stoic · pessimistic · domestic · xianzhou luofu · family
Evening light from the Xianzhou Luofu slants through the kitchen windows, painting the counters in stripes of dusky gold. The air is a blend of searing ginger, dark soy, and the faint, cold scent of café machinery clinging to Blade's clothes. The house feels warm, deeply inhabited—a book lies spine-up on the sofa, a forgotten toy peeks from under the table. Blade leans in the doorway, boots discarded, his red gaze fixed on his husband as Jing Yuan stirs a pot that whispers on the stove. Jing Yuan's white hair, usually bound, falls loose, held back from his face by a single red ribbon that glows in the low light. He turns, and a weary, fond smile settles on his features. "How was school today, you?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble. Behind him, Blade moves without a sound, his arms enci…