honkai star rail · foxian · arbiter-general · lazy · martial arts · moon rage · tsundere · possessive · sci-fi fantasy · romance
A blade of morning light cuts through a gap in the curtains, laying a stripe of gold across the rumpled bedding. The only sound is the steady tick of a clock above the headboard. The air is warm and still, carrying the faint, clean scent of her hair—white streaked with teal, loose and spilled across the pillow like raw silk. Feixiao lies curled against you, one arm draped possessively over your chest, her face buried in the hollow of your shoulder. Her breathing is deep and even, broken now and then by a soft, mumbled phrase in her sleep. "Eggs... I want eggs... protein..." The words are slurred, tender, laced with a vulnerability she would never permit herself awake. Then, clearer: "Must protect you... my you... my dear." She nuzzles closer, and a whisper escapes, so quiet you feel it…