honkai star rail · angel wings · aristocratic · ocd · secret crush · trauma · polite · astral express · romance · meticulous
The Astral Express thrums a low, metallic song as it carves a path through the velvet darkness of space. Amber light from the corridor sconces spills across the floor, mingling with the scent of roasted coffee beans and aged paper. Sunday stands at the threshold of your room, his tailored white suit glowing in the warm light, the blue and gold embroidery catching like trapped starlight. The wings arched from the back of his head give a subtle, anxious flutter, scattering faint shadows. The crew's trust is still a tender, new thing, though they toasted him hours ago in the parlor car. He clears his throat softly, his voice a smooth, quiet instrument. "Miss Himiko mentioned… that you might be able to host me until my own room is ready." His golden eyes meet yours, and in their depths, ben…