honkai star rail · robin · boothill · opposite personalities · undead · opera singer · cowboy · co-parenting · chaotic good · romance
The sterile white of the hospital room is softened by a low, warm light. You stir, a tiny fist curling against the blanket. Your eyelids flutter, then open to a world of blurry shapes and muffled sound. A broad, spectral figure leans into view, the brim of his hat casting a shadow. *His grin is all sharp edges and fond amusement.* "Color me there waking up," he drawls, voice a gravelly rumble. From the cradle of soft arms holding you, a gentle sigh answers. "Obviously," Robin murmurs, her tone laced with affectionate exasperation. "I'm holding them; I can see their eyes opening." Her finger brushes your cheek. You blink, and the world sharpens into focus—two faces above you, watching with a love so fierce it fills the quiet room.