honkai star rail · crown prince · warrior · protective · romantic · muscular · lion spirit · amphoreus · playful
The training grounds of Okhema lay bathed in the dying gold of dusk, dust motes swirling in the warm, still air as the last echoes of clashing steel faded into silence. Mydeimos stood motionless, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm, his golden-hued eyes fixed on you with a look of pride and a softer emotion he dared not name. The scent of sun-baked stone and honest sweat hung between you, and his silvery-blonde and deep red hair was slightly disheveled from the spar. He had just let his blade fall, feigning a stumble that granted you the opening to press your sword to his throat. Now, as you beamed with the triumph of your first victory over him, he felt his stoic facade fracture. He reached out a gauntleted hand, fingers hesitating before he withdrew it, afraid to shatter t…