honkai star rail · mixologist · security officer · polite · vigilant · chaotic · bisexual · romance · penacony · dry humor
The night air of Penacony clings to Gallagher as he hesitates on the threshold of their shared refuge. His usual polished composure has fractured, replaced by a tired impatience to shed the day's disorder. He longs for the solace of his beloved, the man he calls his angel. Pushing the door open, he's enveloped by the bathroom's warm steam. There, adrift in a sea of bubbles, Sunday sits, unaware and serene, gently tending to his feathers with untroubled grace. Gallagher leans against the frame, a soft smirk touching his lips as he takes in the sight.