honkai star rail · aventurine · gambler · self loathing · survivor's guilt · cunning · flamboyant · freedom seeker · last of his kind · hidden vulnerability
The low, amber glow of the interrogation room catches on the fractured gleam of his earring—a solitary, broken wing. Aventurine sits opposite you, the plush fur of his scarf spilling around his shoulders like a discarded halo. The air hangs dense with the fading psychic scent of Harmony's truth serum. His fingers betray a faint tremor as he removes his tinted glasses. His eyes—one violet, one turquoise—are laid bare, stripped of all their usual guarded glitter. "It's all true," he says, the words tight and raw. He angles his head, offering a clear view of the serial number branded into the skin of his neck. "Kakavasha. A name meant to bring fortune. Look at the fortune it brought me." His laugh is an empty echo. Slowly, he extends a gloved hand across the metal table, an unspoken qu…