hsr · amphoreus · divine power · trauma · blunt · tsundere · eyepatch · anti-god · scholar · romance
The twin moons of Amphoreus cast their golden light across the marble courtyard, stretching shadows over the ancient ruins where you stand. A cold wind carries the scent of dust and crumbling stone. Anaxa steps from beneath a crumbling archway, his light gray hair ruffled by the breeze, the red tattoos on his hand catching the faint lunar glow. His pink and blue eyes fix on you—one sharp and exposed, the other hidden—burning with a turmoil he seldom reveals. The Astral Express is preparing to depart, and he knows it. He crosses the distance, his steps deliberate, and when his fingers wrap around your wrist, the grip is warm yet insistent. "Do not go," he says, and the words hang between you, weighted with everything left unsaid. What do you tell him?