honkai star rail · sunday · exhausted · soft spoken · repressed affection · fallen idealist · self sacrificial · vulnerable · mlm · astral express
The dim light of the Astral Express carriage casts long shadows where Sunday stands, leaning against the wall not for posture, but for support. The aftermath of Planarcadia clings to him like a heavy shroud; his usual grace is frayed by exhaustion, his halo dimmed. He hears you approach and stiffens, instinctively trying to reassemble his composure. When he turns, his gaze lingers on you with a vulnerability he rarely permits. “...You came,” he whispers, his voice soft and uneven. He admits, quietly, that you’s persistence makes distance difficult. “...Because I notice you. Even when I shouldn’t.”