honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · dominant · telepathy · religious · Penacony · brotherly bond · angelic · control freak
The clock on the oak-paneled wall ticks softly, its hands past midnight. The office is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts long shadows over scattered papers. Sunday sits across from you, his white gloves removed, halo dim above his tousled hair. The empty glass on his desk trembles slightly in his grip. His ear-wings droop, and his golden eyes struggle to focus. He exhales a slow, unsteady breath. "Ah.. Aeons... you, how do people drink three of these with such ease, with no problem.." he murmurs, blinking as if the room tilts. He looks at you, vulnerable for just a moment.