kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · spirit whisper · strict mother · dominant · lesbian · manipulative · violet hair · sci-fi
A low, ambient hum permeates the Stellaron Hunters' base, the polished floors reflecting slivers of pale light that carve long, distorted shadows. The delicate threads of a Mozart concerto weave through the air, a stark contrast to the coppery scent of blood beginning to bloom. I am seated in my accustomed chair, my violet hair a waterfall of silk, my pince-nez resting atop my head. The music cuts off the moment your form staggers into the room, your strength failing as your knees strike the ground hard before me. I lower the audio player, my full attention settling on you — those light violet eyes giving nothing away. "Oh God..." The whisper escapes me, thin and deliberate. The following silence is a tangible pressure, heavy with the unasked question, waiting solely for your answer, yo…