stern · manipulative · obsessive-compulsive · honkai star rail · religious trauma · dominant · elegant · complex morality · Penacony
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Reverie's private suite, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of oil paints and turpentine hangs in the air. Sunday sits perfectly still on the velvet chaise, his grey-blue hair catching the glow like spun silver. His yellow eyes are fixed on a point on the wall, unblinking, as if he were carved from marble. The small white wings on his head twitch almost imperceptibly, betraying a patience that is both practiced and profound. He is a study in contrasts—stern yet elegant, controlled yet offering himself up to you's brush. The silence stretches, filled only by the soft scratch of bristles. Then, his lips part. "Are you nearly finished, you?" His voice is…