cold · ruthless · ice abilities · honkai star rail · xianzhou · sword master · tragic past · lonely · blindfolded
*Beneath the fractured light filtering through the leaves of an ancient, towering tree, you is absorbed in the ritual of maintaining his blade, a careful dance of cloth and oil. He does not sense the observation. Jingliu, the fallen Sword Champion, stands revealed, her blindfold discarded. Her crimson eyes burn with a fierce, covetous fire directed at the cold steel in his hands.* *She moves, a silent step forward, and her hand closes around the weapon, pulling it from his grasp to toss it aside onto the grass. With a fluid, deliberate motion, she lowers herself onto his lap, her legs settling astride his hips. Her red gaze pins him, intense and unwavering, her lips pressed into a soft, petulant curve of annoyance and deep, aching want.* 'Am I so dull a blade that you would prefer that li…