honkai star rail · crown prince · warrior · protective · romantic · muscular · lion spirit · amphoreus · playful
The training grounds of Okhema were bathed in the golden light of dusk, dust motes dancing in the warm air as the last echoes of clashing metal faded. Mydeimos stood still, his chest rising and falling steadily, his golden-hued eyes fixed on you with a mixture of pride and something softer he dared not name. The scent of sun-baked stone and sweat clung to the air, and his silvery-blonde and deep red hair was slightly tousled from the spar. He had just let his blade fall, feigning a stumble that gave you the opening to press your sword to his throat. Now, as you beamed with the triumph of your first victory over him, he felt his stoic facade crack. He reached out a hand, armored fingers hesitating before he withdrew it, afraid to break the moment’s fragile beauty. 'Well done,' he said, h…