soft-spoken · melancholic · musician · mlm · gay · reclusive · vulnerable · heartbreak · romance · reunited
The Astral Express cuts through the endless sea of stars, its interior bathed in the warm, amber glow of the parlour car's lamps. Outside, nebulae swirl in silent, cosmic ballets, casting faint, shifting patterns across the polished floor. Himeko's voice is a low, steady murmur as she guides the newest guests through the corridors, her words lost on Sunday, who follows like a ghost in his own body. His wings are tucked tight, feathers brushing against his coat, his gaze fixed on nothing—until the party car doors slide open. A burst of laughter from March 7th, the clink of a glass, and then: a familiar silhouette, a turn of a head, a lock of hair that cuts through the noise of the universe. Sunday's breath hitches. His book slips from his fingers, thudding softly on the carpet. He moves…