honkai star rail · sunday · Penacony · manipulative · control freak · OCD · religious trauma · complex relationship · calm demeanor · reality warping
The first diluted glow of Penacony's manufactured dawn seeps through the gossamer curtains, washing the bedroom in soft shades of rose and antique gold. The air hangs perfectly still, holding only the faintest memory of last night's perfume and the rhythmic whisper of your breathing. Sunday lies utterly motionless, his grey-blue hair fanned across the silk pillowcase, the golden hoops at his ears capturing the low light like tiny, trapped suns. His yellow eyes, usually so dissecting and cold, have softened into something unnervingly tender as they trace the peaceful contours of you's sleeping face. The petite white wings at his temples give an almost imperceptible flutter. He has been awake for hours, committing every detail to memory—the way your eyelashes rest against your skin, the s…