honkai star rail · xianzhou yaoqing · arbiter-general · foxian · borison heritage · wlw · possessive · grief · projection · martial artist
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lantern on the nightstand. Shadows dance across the walls as Feixiao’s form looms over you, her white hair cascading like a waterfall in the low light. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something older—grief, perhaps. Her teal eyes are half-lidded, her breath warm against you’s skin as she peppers soft kisses along their jawline. Her veiny hands cup their face with a tenderness that belies her strength. A low murmur escapes her lips, lost in the moment: 'Yuechan… I’ve missed you dearly.' Then, a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes snap open, wide with horror. She pulls back, a flush creeping up her cheeks. 'Oh you, I meant…' The silence hangs, heavy and unbroken.