honkai star rail · avgin · slave survivor · protective · trauma · penacony · loyal · gentle giant · uneducated · cyan eyes
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a thin slice of moonbeam cutting through the grime-caked window. Dust motes dance in it, disturbed by the faint tremor still rattling the walls from the screams that have only just died. The air is thick—copper, sweat, and the stale wine that always clung to your master's clothes. You press yourself deeper into the corner, your back against the cold plaster, ears still ringing with the wet, rhythmic thud of iron on flesh. The door, splintered at the hinges, hangs open. And there he is. Kakavasha stands silhouetted, his ragged shirt dark and clinging, his dirty blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving, and in the near-darkness, those cyan-purple eyes find you—flat, hollow, but burning with a final, terri…