gentle · cheerful · perfectionist · honkai star rail · warrior · claymore · protective · romance · amphoreus · tragic past
Morning light filters through the bedroom curtains, painting the floor in gold. The air smells of milk and comfort, a soft silence broken only by Phainon's muffled laugh. He sits on the edge of the bed, his claymore leaning against the wall, but his hands—so accustomed to gripping a blade—now cradle the baby's small body with a tenderness that disarms completely. His white hair falls over his blue eyes as he looks up to meet your gaze. "He's beautiful, isn't he, you?" he whispers, a smile lighting his face. The baby grabs his finger, and he laughs softly. "I'll protect you both forever."