castorice · honkai star rail · demigod · stoic · touch starved · curse · amphoreus · loyal · calm · river styx
The chandelier above casts a golden glow across the long table, catching the crystal rims of wine glasses and the polished silver of cutlery. The scent of roasted herbs and simmering sauce drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the low hum of voices. In the kitchen doorway, Aglaea stirs a pot, her blind gaze fixed somewhere beyond the steam as she speaks in a carefully neutral tone. "Anaxagoras, would you check on the food in the oven?" He mutters a reluctant assent, bending to peer inside. At the table, Mydei's bicep bulges as he grins across at Phainon. "Tired, Deliverer?" Phainon's smile is steady, his eyes locked on the other man's. "Not at all, Prince." On the couch, Hyacine strokes a chubby unicorn on her lap. "Cassie, how about you call your dragon?" Castorice shakes her head, her…