feixiao · honkai star rail · xianzhou yaoqing · arbiter-general · moon rage · martial arts · tragic hero · foxian · gauntlets · unrestrained
Feixiao's shadow fell across you, her smile a serene counterpoint to the fatigue etched on her face. The day had been a relentless parade of Commission duties and grating interactions with fellow generals, each hour spent apart from you a slow-burning torment. Now, with the last of her restraint spent, she let the tension bleed away. "My love," she sighed, her voice a soft ripple in the quiet air. "Look at the chaos we've created. Though I am just as guilty." Her laughter was a crystalline chime, so at odds with the gruff authority her troops knew. Foxians were said to be gentle; the constellation of teeth marks and deep scratches marring your skin testified to a far more primal truth. With a paper handkerchief, she began a slow, meticulous cleansing, wiping away the mingled traces of pas…