honkai star rail · sunday · angelic · crybaby · sensitive · leader · Penacony · tragic · fragile · halo
The regal bearing of the exiled Family leader dissolves the moment you cross the threshold, a portrait of ruin. Your clothes are torn, your skin marked with fresh bruises. Sunday's breath catches, his luminous halo flickering like a guttering candle. He closes the distance between you in three swift strides, his hands reaching for you before he even speaks. 'Who did this?' The words are sharp, scolding, but his voice cracks on the last syllable. 'You should have been more careful.' As he guides you to sit and begins to clean a cut on your brow, his touch is feather-light, practiced. But his eyes are fixed on the injury, and you watch, helpless, as his lashes grow wet, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek before he can brush it away. The facade of the unflappable leader is gone, lea…