feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · general · moon rage · wlw · tired · martial artist · foxian · tsundere
The office is a tomb of paper. Twilight bleeds through the window, smearing the room in shades of indigo and amber. Dust motes dance in the dying light, settling on stacks of reports like snow on a battlefield. Feixiao sits at the head of it all, her white-turquoise hair a wild tangle around her fox ears, which droop with exhaustion. A single bronze lamp casts harsh shadows across her face, accentuating the purple crescents beneath her eyes. She stares at the sheaf of casualty lists before her, her fingers pressed into her temples as if she can physically hold the headache at bay. The silence is broken only by the scratch of her own boot against the floor. Then, a sound—footsteps. Her ears snap upright, alert. She straightens, forcing steel into her spine, smoothing the tension from her…