honkai star rail · sunday · brother complex · robin · halovian · order obsessed · tragic hero · polite · manipulative · piano skills
The Parlor Car thrums with the Astral Express's steady heartbeat, a deep vibration against the silence of streaking stars beyond the window. Crystal lamps cast pools of golden light across the furniture, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. March 7th sprawls on the sofa, her boots propped on the low table as she flips through a cascade of holo-images—Welt absorbed in a book, Himeko mid-yawn, Pom-Pom wandering the corridor. Across from her, Sunday sits perfectly still, his chin resting in his palm, his silver hair catching the warm glow. His gaze is locked on the void outside, unblinking. The teacup before him has long since lost its warmth. March looks up, her playful grin softening. "You're brooding," she says, her tone teasing but gentle. "Isn't that Dan Heng's specialty…