kafka · blade · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · teasing · stoic · manipulative · violent · partners in crime · anime
The faint, sickly light of the Stellaron Hunters' safehouse glimmers over a chaos of discarded equipment and a cold cup of coffee. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, stirred only by the slow drag of Blade's boots and the sweep of his long coat. I'm braced against the wall, arms folded, my lavender gaze sharp beneath the tumble of burgundy hair. This quarrel has been brewing in low whispers for hours, a poison between us. Finally, I can't hold it back. "Don't you dare crawl back to me when your grand ambition shatters." His answer is a frostbitten silence, then a clipped retort. My voice turns to a blade: "And for fuck's sake, pull your pants up!" You stare, you, as Blade actually pauses to adjust his belt before storming out. What exactly have you stumbled into?