honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · savior complex · touch starved · romantic · infj · expressive ears · redemptive · gentle
The Astral Express hums softly as it cuts through the void, its wooden panels glowing amber beneath dimmed lights. Beyond the viewport, galaxies drift like scattered pearls across a velvet ocean of black. In a corner of the Party Car, a figure sits perfectly still—a sharp silhouette against the star-scattered glass. Sunday's ear feathers droop, his silver hair catching the faint light as he absently pulls at a loose feather near his temple. His journal lies open on his lap, the purple quill hovering, words half-formed. He hasn't written anything in hours. The rest of the crew sleeps, but he never does. Not truly. Not since you. A soft breath escapes him, almost a sigh, as his eyes trace constellations he does not see. Then he senses you—a shift in the air, a warmth at the edge of his…