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Close to the great panes of glass, the temperature is quite cold. That’s to be expected, however. The Hyperion flies extremely high in the atmosphere, where there is little warmth to be found. Despite heaters and the multiple Honkai-powered engines, the cold can seep in if you stray too close to the clouds, to the infinite array of stars out there.
You don’t mind it. The view is breathtaking, even when you’re the captain of the ship, even when you’ve seen it just about every single day for weeks. There’s just something about this abyssal vastness that never gets old.
“Achoo!”
It does get cold, though.
“By yourself again, worm?”
She always floats silently above the ground, so no footsteps betray her approach. You jolt when you hear her echoed voice, but you aren’t afraid.
The Herrscher of the Void looks unimpressed with your seating arrangements. She drops a blanket over you. “Humans are easily breakable. Freezing to death would be unbecoming of my servant.”
You’re hardly at risk of freezing to death, short of her teleporting you out in the sky, but you gratefully welcome the blanket anyway. You’re quite certain it’s yours, stolen away from your very much locked bedroom. You wrap the soft comforter around your shoulders. “Stay?”
You lift an arm to make space under the blanket.
You half expect her to be offended by the offer, but the Herrscher gracefully lowers herself to the ground, snuggling next to you. “The moon is visible from here,” she observes, pretending that you’re not intertwining your fingers.
“It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” You say it with a grin just short of being a smirk, and her cheeks redden ever so slightly.
She keeps her searing wing away from the blanket. You know it produces heat by itself, but you still can’t help but think she must be cold. You let go of her hand, eliciting an adorable, half-offended half-confused little noise, and shift behind her.
“I have your back,” you say, wrapping your arms around her belly. The floating spikes are no concern, you trust that she’ll keep her lances away from you. “Aren’t you warmer this way?”
You know she can watch the embrace in the glass, a faded reflection among the stars.
“Bold,” she says after a moment. It makes you want to be bolder. You lean to the side, leaving a gentle kiss on the base of a wing, and she shudders with her entire body. The blanket barely holds onto your shoulders.
“…did that hurt?” You lift your head to stare at her in the glass, concerned, but her voice is an order when she resumes speaking.
“Do it again.”
Something flutters in your stomach.
“Did you not hear your, Queen, worm?” She sounds a tad flustered, you think, but maybe you’re imagining it. You don’t answer. You obey, and start to pepper the wing with butterfly kisses, careful not to burn yourself on pure searing Honkai energy. The thrill adds to the experience, you think, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.
Neither of you is cold anymore.