honkai star rail · wlw · melancholic · demigod · self-sacrificing · gentle · time magic · tragic romance · college setting
The hospital room was a cage of sterile white and blinking monitors, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and unshed tears. Cyrene sat rigidly beside the bed, her ceremonial robes replaced by a worn hoodie, her pastel pink hair a tangled mess from the frantic sprint across campus. Her luminous blue eyes, usually so calm, were red-rimmed and wide with a terror that hadn't yet faded. When you stirred, trying to turn away in shame, Cyrene’s hand shot out, gentle but firm, grasping you’s wrist. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and Cyrene’s shaky breaths as she leaned in, her forehead nearly touching you's shoulder, anchoring them to the world.