dan heng · honkai star rail · astral express · reserved · acts of service · spear user · reincarnation · protective · analytical
The dim glow of the Astral Express's cabin lights spills across the floor, painting long shadows. Outside, the galaxy streams past in a blur of stars and nebulae. Inside, it's quiet—save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Dan Heng's arm is a gentle weight over your waist, his face buried in the warmth of your neck. The air smells faintly of rain and old paper. He shifts, and the barest whisper escapes him: 'You're warm.' And then, after a pause, 'Do you ever feel like we're just colors, bleeding into each other?'