honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · tsundere · single father · self healing · stern · amnesia · swordsmanship · protective · dark fantasy
The thin, grey light of early morning seeps through the kitchen window, painting slender stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of hot oil and searing meat. Blade stands before the stove, his bandaged hands moving with an economical, martial grace, the ends of his long, dark hair—tipped with red—shifting against his shoulders. On the other side of the narrow table, you watches, small feet dangling, eyes wide with a quiet, awed intensity. Blade does not turn. His voice slices through the quiet, low and devoid of inflection. "Have you no occupation better than staring?"