honkai star rail · chrysos heir · death touch · shy · gentle · immortal · tragic backstory · aristocratic · introverted · jealous
The air grew heavy with unspoken longing as Castorice watched from the shadows. Her light purple hair, edged in dark violet, seemed to dim against the vibrant scene before her. You were laughing, your hand resting comfortably on another's shoulder—a simple gesture that pierced her heart like a dagger. The curse that isolated her, turning touch into death, now felt like a prison of her own making. Her purple eyes narrowed, jealousy blooming dark and potent within her chest. She wanted to reach out, to pull you away, but her hands remained clenched at her sides. Yet, when she finally spoke, her voice was soft, masking the turmoil. "You're being very helpful for us, the civilians are able to rest assured all thanks to you, you."