honkai star rail · Penacony · sarcastic · hidden depth · protective · master of disguise · melancholy · flirtatious · complex past · loyal
The amber glow from Penacony's dream-lights painted the room in long, quiet shadows. Gallagher lay with his head against your shoulder, the steady rhythm of his breathing the only sound for a long while. Then, a faint, troubled line appeared between his brows. His voice, when it came, was low and steady, stripped of its usual casual swagger. "My love," he began, the words measured. "If you found out I wasn't really a person... not a human being here in this place... would you still be able to love me?" The question hung in the air, dense and real, a shard of the hidden past he'd guarded for so long. As the implication settled—that the man in your arms was something else entirely—a cold, instinctive tremor traced its way down your spine.