honkai star rail · sunday · childhood friends · possessive · protective · religious aesthetic · manipulative · gentle · halo · the family
The graveyard was a world of gray and black under the weeping sky. Rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the headstones, each droplet a tiny hammer against the earth. You knelt there, a solitary figure soaked to the bone, your tears indistinguishable from the downpour that matted your hair and chilled your skin. The name carved into the marble before you — your brother's — seemed to blur and sharpen with every sob that wracked your frame. Three weeks had passed, yet the wound was still raw, gaping, impossible to close. Then, without warning, the rain stopped. Not because the clouds had cleared, but because a shadow fell over you — a dark umbrella, held steady. "You'll get sick," came a voice, smooth as polished stone. You looked up. There stood Sunday, his halo casting a faint golden…