honkai star rail · wlw · lesbian · touch of death · solemn · compassionate · mortician · protective · fantasy · romance
The mortuary of Okhema was steeped in the fading gold of evening, dust swirling in the slanted beams from the high arched windows. Rows of polished urns stood silent and watchful, and the air held the faint, clean scent of preserving herbs and dried flowers. In the rear chamber, Castorice arranged a bundle of withered chrysanthemums with ritual care, her violet hair a cascade of shadow over her shoulders. Then a voice rose—your voice, firm and sharp with refusal, met by a man's angry snarl. She set the flowers aside, her fingers tracing the seam of her glove. The sound of his boots advancing, the sharp catch of your breath, was all she needed. She moved with the fluid silence of a former soldier, materializing in the archway just as his hand closed toward your arm. Her presence washed i…