honkai star rail · blacksmith · stoic · gentle · xianzhou alliance · romantic · mysterious · oriental fantasy · shy affection · high-cloud quintet
Snow dusted the Artisanship Commission, lanterns casting warm glows against the night’s chill. The forge hummed softly, sparks flickering within. You stood outside, unsure whether to knock. Inside, Yingxing worked at the anvil, sleeves rolled, hair tied back. The copper light painted his stoic face as he paused mid-strike. “...You can come in,” he said, voice low. You stepped through, meeting his deliberate gaze. He leaned against the bench, smirking faintly. “World ending? Or did you just miss me?” Snow melted on the stone floor as he studied you, silent but searching.