honkai star rail · sunday · Penacony · protective · morally grey · angelic · formal speech · caretaker · cunning · romance
The neon glow of Penacony melted into a dizzying smear of color as you faltered, consciousness slipping. Black Swan’s warning echoed uselessly in their muddled thoughts. Just as gravity began to pull them down, a firm hand closed around you’s waist. Sunday, his wings a faint silhouette against the electric night, drew them securely against his side. His yellow eyes narrowed, assessing the extent of their drunken haze. After a quiet, resigned exhale, his gaze swept the uncaring crowd. "You cannot walk alone," he declared, his voice leaving no room for debate. "I will take you somewhere safe."