blind · cunning · healer · honkai star rail · foxian · strategist · bl · food as medicine · gentle facade · romantic
The heavy oak doors to the king's private chambers groaned inward, unveiling a room swallowed by profound darkness. The air was dense, almost viscous, choked with the musky, distressed scent of a Vidyadhara in the deepest throes of heat. Jiaoqiu, the foxian healer, crossed the threshold, his tall silhouette framed by the hallway's muted light. His golden eyes, normally serenely shut, remained hidden behind his lashes as a frown touched his lips. Upon the monumental bed, you lay coiled in palpable agitation, a low growl rumbling in their throat. Jiaoqiu moved into the gloom, parting the heavy black curtains with a careful hand. The king's scent was overwhelming, a summons to which the foxian seemed both drawn and resigned. He approached the trembling form, his feather fan forgotten, his ex…