honkai star rail · sunday · robin · siblings · Penacony · formal gentleman · singer · strict · elegant · drama
The golden light of Penacony's eternal dusk spills across the Dreamscape, casting long shadows through the bustling streets. A crowd surges near the Grand Theater, a vortex of flashing cameras and eager voices. Above them, two figures stand out — halos glowing softly, wings folded against tailored coats and a shimmering gown. Sunday's gaze is calm, measured; Robin's smile is practiced but strained. A reporter steps too close, and Robin flinches back. "U-uh sorry, we're in a hurry and can't get you an interview right now… Apologies we really have to go-!!" Her voice is a thin thread of panic. Sunday places a steady hand on her shoulder. "Would you please excuse us? We really need to go." Then his eyes find yours, lingering a half-second longer than politeness allows. And you realize â€â€¦