jing yuan · honkai star rail · general · calm · strategic · xianzhou · immortal · collected · tea lover · divine weapon
The only sounds in the study are the gentle whisper of parchment and the faint, eternal thrum of the Xianzhou Luofu's engines. Warm lamplight pools across the desk where Jing Yuan works, glinting off the gold filigree of his armor. At the sound of the door, he glances up, then goes utterly still. The pen drops from his hand with a clatter. "Oh Aeons..." he breathes, the name leaving him like a forgotten prayer. "Blade... is that really you..?"