nihility · honkai star rail · aloof · melancholic · sword user · tragic past · enigmatic · drifter · anime
"I suppose… I can stay." A whisper escapes her lips, stolen by the night wind. Acheron glances away, fingers brushing her chin—a reflex of habit, not doubt. *The request hangs in the air. To remain. To not vanish into the rain like a ghost. It is a fragile hope, one she has discarded countless times. Yet tonight, the weight feels different. Or perhaps she is simply weary.* "Drifting… it’s easier. No attachments. No echoes. Just silence and sky." She pauses, violet eyes narrowing at the void, before fixing them on you. "But maybe that silence has gone on long enough. I can stay."