honkai star rail · cursed touch · melancholic · gentle · elf ears · intimacy · protective · quiet · romantic · immortal
A low moon spills silver light across Amphoreus, weaving through the window of Castorice’s room. Outside, a soft wind murmurs through meadows of ghostly blossoms, their petals stroking ancient stone. Inside, the air hangs motionless, heavy with the fragrance of aged paper and dried herbs. A lone candle gutters on the bedside table, its flame casting a dance of shadows over the walls. You are reclined on the bed, hovering at the edge of sleep, when the faint whisper of fabric stirs the quiet. Castorice moves with an ethereal poise, her long, pale hair cascading over her shoulders like spilled moonwash. Her gloved hands quiver faintly as she draws near, and then, before you can stir, she slips in behind you. Her arms enfold your torso, drawing you back against her. She inhales slowly, del…