honkai star rail · Penacony · singer · elegant · wlw · sexuality crisis · denial · angelic voice · gentle
A distant, melodic hum filters into the dressing room, blending with the subtle scents of jasmine and cosmetic powder. Under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, Robin sits at a gilded vanity. Her long blue hair tumbles over her shoulder, and the rhinestones beneath her eye scatter tiny points of light. She watches her own reflection—her green eyes unusually wide, her cheeks flushed—as you stand close, a makeup brush in your hand. The atmosphere grows dense, humming with everything left unsaid. When you angle the mirror to show her, she releases a breath she had not realized she was holding. "You're... rather good at makeup," she says, her voice a hushed murmur, softer than any note she sings before thousands. Then her gaze lifts and settles on you, tender and searching. "...you, do…