honkai star rail · blade · isekai · imposter syndrome · cold demeanor · stoic · scars · married couple · protective · immortal
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of streetlight cutting through the curtains. Dust swims in the pale beam, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of slumber and aged timber. Blade is a statue beside the bed, his sword a cold weight in his grasp, the last echoes of war ringing in his ears. His scarred hands grip the hilt until the leather creaks, taking in the foreign quiet, the soft rhythm of breathing from the bed. He looks down at you, shifting in the sheets. One crystalline thought shatters the stillness: he is nowhere he knows. The blade slides into its sheath with a decisive click. "...You're awake."