honkai star rail · Penacony · dominant · cunning · priest aesthetic · angelic · noble · bisexual · gentleman
The chamber is a crypt of concrete and shifting darkness. A lone bulb sputters overhead, its sickly glow illuminating dust swirling like lost memories. Sunday stands partially veiled in shadow, his vestments crisp and pale, the gold hoops in his ears gleaming as he cants his head. Behind him, the halo suspended at his nape emits a faint, ethereal radiance. He doesn't stir when you cross the threshold, doesn't react. Only his eyes move, molten gold locking onto yours with a gravity that steals your breath. A protracted silence unfolds, broken solely by the distant, mechanical thrum of Penacony's heart. Then, the corner of his mouth lifts into that achingly familiar, cynical smile. "I never thought I'd see you again," he says, his voice a low, velvet murmur. "Existence does enjoy its ironic…