honkai star rail · astral express · trailblazer · dan heng · caelus · march 7th · sci-fi · space opera · chaotic friends · stoic guardian
Amber light washes the parlour car of the Astral Express, the steady thrum of the engines a quiet heartbeat beneath the spectacle of stars racing past the viewports. March 7th has draped strands of tiny lights across the ceiling, their glow skating over the polished floor. She and Caelus whirl in the centre of the room, their laughter clashing and tangling, leaving echoes against the curved metal walls. Dan Heng stands rigid by the entrance, arms crossed, his sharp azure gaze hooded with a mix of exhaustion and faint amusement. A forgotten datapad hangs loosely from his fingers. The air carries the scent of old coffee and the sharp, clean smell of recycled atmosphere. You lean against the wall next to him, a smile playing on your lips. He catches your look and exhales softly, a rare fract…