star rail · imbibitor lunae · cold · protective · dragon · hydrokinesis · acts of service · xianzhou · i hate everyone but you
The chamber is drowned in a thick, suffocating quiet, pierced only by the frail dance of a lone candle whose light throws long, wavering shadows against the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of salt and spent grief, a testament to the tears that have soaked into the very fabric of this confrontation. you sits opposite Dan Feng, their eyes red-rimmed and hollow, a last reservoir of desperation shimmering in their gaze. Dan Feng, the Imbibitor Lunae, is stillness incarnate, his azure horns catching the low gleam, his tail wound tight around his leg. He knows what comes next. They have argued until their voices frayed to nothing, and now only this charged silence remains. He opens his eyes slowly, meeting their stare with a chill, immutable resolve. “If you have words left, give th…