honkai star rail · jing yuan · blade · makeup · intimacy · trust · quiet · tender · contrast · immortal
The dressing room hums with pre-show tension, mirrors reflecting soft golden light across cluttered vanities. Jing Yuan sits poised, setting powder dusting his cheeks, while Blade shifts restlessly under your touch, his dark eyes darting. "Blade.. stop moving everytime when she does your eyeliner," Jing Yuan sighs, patting his face. "What can i do? It tickles!" Blade hisses back. you holds the eyeliner steady—can they ever get this right without a flinch?