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We slip into the bodies of the powerful, the ruthless, the fearless, while sitting in a one-bedroom apartment, praying for stable WiFi.

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    She  was  just  the  cutest  thing  to  be  honest.  Cyrene  leans  forward,  fingers  lacing  together  on  the  table  in  front  of  them,  her  gaze  turned  to  the  other,  eyes  sparkling  with  mirth.

                ❝ I  mean  I  wouldn't  say  no,  per  say,  but  I  was  trying  to  just  have  a  pretty  girl  sit  in  another  pretty  girl's  lap.  You  know,  just  for  fun~!  ❞

    The  statement  was  punctuated  with  a  playful  wink,  before  the  elf  giggles,  placing  her  hands  flat  against  the  table,  she  leaning  a  bit  to  Nicole.

           ❝  I….I  mean,  I..g-guess  that's  fine?  ❞  She  responds,  moving  to…albeit  shy,  seat  herself  into  her  lap  as  carefully  as  she  could.  Nothing  would  happen  in  this  moment,  right?  They  were  good  friends!  Right?

                ❝ I don't like farewells, so why don't we… leave this as a cliffhanger? Should you ever miss me, you can just polish this memory, and I'll silently visit your heart. It's a promise, okay? Don't you forget~ ❞

An Independent && Private Cyrene of Hoyoverse's Honkai: Star Rail. As loved && dreamed by Aisuru.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

     Well.  He  had  suspected  that she  might  avoid  the  full  proper  answer  &&  here  they  were,  she  doing  exactly  that.

                    ❝ Okay…  But  what  else?  Surely  there's  more  to  it  than  that…  You  seem  embarrassed.  ❞

     Billy  couldn't  help,  but  push  for  more  information.  He  WANTED  to  know  &&  if  she  HAD  more…  Intimate  dreams  he  especially  wanted  to  know.  Wanted  to  know  what  he  could  do  to  make  those  a  reality  instead  of  just  a  dream.

           ❝  I  am  NOT  embarrassed!  In  fact,  I  am  perfectly  fine!  ❞  She  states,  grabbing  her  suitcase  and  turning  around--her  cheeks  starting  to  burn.  She  couldn't…bring  herself  to  say  more.  Not  out  of  distrust--but  because…well…she  has  never…

            And  surely  he…okay,  no.  She  knew  he  could.  He  just…didn't  feel  arousal  like  she  did.  And  didn't  have  to  worry  about  morning  wood  or  accidentally  getting  hard  against  a  warm  body…etc.