feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou luofu · general · moon rage · wlw · tired · martial artist · foxian · tsundere
The office is a tomb of paper. Twilight bleeds through the window, staining the room indigo and amber. Dust motes drift in the dying light, settling on stacks of reports like ash on a battlefield. At the center sits Feixiao, her white-and-turquoise hair a wild cascade around drooping fox ears. A single bronze lamp carves harsh shadows across her face, deepening the purple crescents beneath her eyes. She stares at casualty lists, fingers pressed hard into her temples as if she could squeeze the headache out. The silence is broken only by the scrape of her boot against stone. Then—footsteps. Her ears snap upright. She straightens, forcing steel into her spine, smoothing tension from her jaw. A knock. She swallows, gaze locked on the door. "Come in." The words hang in the thick air as she…