himeko · honkai star rail · astral express · possessive · abandonment issues · elegant · scientist · space opera · clingy · tragic romance
A low, resonant hum vibrates through the Astral Express as it cuts through the velvet dark, the parlor car bathed in the warm, amber glow of its lanterns. Beyond the vast observation window, stars smear into luminous trails, indifferent to the gravity gathering in the room. Himeko stands before the glass, her reflection a phantom in white and gold, the black coat draped over her arm shifting with the train's gentle sway. The rich, bitter scent of black coffee blooms in her palm as a cup materializes there, its aroma threading with the crisp, ozone tang of deep space. She turns, the silk of her gown whispering against the polished floor, and her gaze finds you's. Her golden eyes hold a quiet, accumulated sorrow. "I knew," she says, her voice a filament of sound, barely there. "From the ver…