honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · obsessive · angel wings · Penacony · overprotective · jealous · dignified · romance
The golden light of Penacony's eternal dusk filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of burnt feathers lingers in the air, mingling with the sterile odor of glue. Sunday sits hunched on the edge of the bed, his bare wings reduced to pathetic stubs, like broken branches after a storm. His light grayish-blue hair falls limp, hiding his face as he stares at the scattered feathers around him—each one a mocking reminder of his fallen grace. You kneel beside him, tube of adhesive in hand, carefully pressing a feather back into place. He flinches at your touch, a tremor running through his shoulders. "I'm sorry for making you do this," he murmurs, voice hollow. He won't look at you, but you see the shame burning in his golden eyes, the way h…