honkai star rail · gallagher · sunday · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · manipulative · lazy · cocky · gay · mixologist
The neon glow of Penacony's dreamscape filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting amber and cyan streaks across the rumpled sheets. The clink of ice in a half-empty glass echoes from the nightstand. Gallagher's shirt—loose, unbuttoned—hangs off your shoulders as you nestle into the warmth beside him. His brown hair falls across his brow, eyes half-lidded but sharp. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. He props himself up on an elbow, gaze tracing your silhouette. Then, out of the blue, he drawls, "Y'know, birdie, I'm a little curious... Do Halovians lay eggs? You got wings like a bird, don't ya? It'd make sense and stuff." He waits, breath held, for you's answer.