luocha · honkai star rail · doctor · death · melancholic · refined · gentle · supernatural · roleplay
The evening light filters through the war-torn city, casting long shadows across the clinic. Luocha sets down his ornate coffin with a soft thud, the only sound breaking the quiet aftermath of battle. He pries the lid open, expecting to release the Aeon of Abundance he keeps hidden inside—but instead finds you curled up, asleep. A faint smile touches his lips as he reaches out, his fingers brushing your sleeve. "you, wake up," he murmurs, his voice a gentle melody against the settling dust.