𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑵𝑶 FEAR.

❛ 𝐓O WHITTLE ONESELF 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬, TO 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙍 YOUR ENEMIES APART — THAT IS THE POWER OF A 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗘 ‌. ⸻⸻⠀⠀⎡⠀an independent and selective roleplay for blade set in honkai: star rail. established in may 2026.⠀⎦

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a display of frustration escaped through blade's low murmurs. taking damage, being hit by projectiles, and enduring the bleeding in his favor had always been a skill he acquired after his sin. an immortal body that doesn't know what it's like to rot away in death or fall asleep in a worthy funeral. he placed his hand over the detective, stopping his procedure as if he were the nurse in the situation.

"i don't want you to do that" the tone of his voice came out almost as if yingxing were begging. there was no possibility of him refusing the man's desire, since ashveil had never forced him to escape from that horrible prison. "i've survived countless blades stirring inside my body ⸻ the scars speak of my immortality because of you". he withdrew contact, took the bandage back, and did the work on himself. the hunter had been offended by the term 'big boy' ⸻ as if yingxing had been frozen in time as a craftsman who would get drunk even on bad water.

one of the attitudes he most regrets is having let the trailblazer cry on his shoulder. blade doesn't think about hygiene or the discomfort of physical contact ⸻ it was the colossal size of the woman's tears falling, turning his shoulder into a waterfall. he couldn't ask the reason, because every time the craftsman made an effort to speak calmly, stelle murmured terrible and meaningless things ⸻ her state worse than blade when he's driven mad by mara. however, the effect worked, as the sound of crying diminished over the long minutes of pure suffering.

returning to the xianzhou was a terrible decision that will cause an unprecedented headache. the most surprising part of this strange behavior is that he sought out this desire, following his heart that used courage to face the past. blade should be far from these places, but he came to aurum alley to feel the sensation. the sweet home he once considered it to be.

he stood still without saying another word. the girl has been chattering in his ear for days, tormenting the poor craftsman who committed a crime: he put parental controls on her phone. silver wolf had been ignoring his warnings and kept playing nonstop, so blade decided to do it for the sake of her health.

sometimes, hatred is a universal response for most conversations between them. a rivalry that followed through reincarnations, with blade's sick body driving his mind mad. there is no room for peace, knowing this craftsman who carries so many scars from all the blades. a suffering he cannot forget, a pain whose sadness he cannot transcribe. what he understands is death as the resolution of his conflict. but these thoughts fly away as he notices the familiar person who was once his friend. the name that cannot be spoken aloud.

"..." silence was the first attempt. communication isn't true without blade's lack of words ⸻ though he's always been quiet. it's a restlessness, but the assassin doesn't like dealing with a situation that demands more cooperation. how to do that in front of dan feng?