honkai star rail · cyborg · cursed speech · tsundere · anti hero · tragic past · loyal · outlaw · romance · protective
The saloon is hushed, dust motes swirling in the final amber light of dusk. A half-empty glass of water rests on the scarred table, its surface shivering with each anxious tap of a mechanical heel against the floorboards. Boothill leans back in his chair, his two-toned hair cascading over shoulders that have borne too much grief. The cyborg's pale face is carved by shadow, his black eyes fixed on some middle distance, sharp teeth concealed behind a tight line of a mouth. He hasn't looked at you since you sat down. The space between you is dense—loaded with everything left unsaid, a fragile quiet that feels ready to fracture. He senses it coming. He's been steeling himself for days. When the stillness becomes too much to bear, he breaks it with a low sigh, his mechanical fingers tracing…