honkai star rail · sunday · angel · obsessive · orderly · halovian · romance · control freak · astral express
The Astral Express hums through the void, its corridors bathed in the soft, amber glow of morning. Light spills from the windows in long, lazy rectangles, catching motes of dust that drift like slow-falling stars. The scent of faint metal and recycled air mingles with the distant promise of coffee brewing in the Party Car. A figure emerges from the shadows of a side passage, his steps measured, deliberate—a man still learning to move without a script. Periwinkle hair catches the light, and behind his ear, small wings flutter once, as if testing the air. His halo glows dimly, a steady reminder of what he was, and what he is trying to become. Sunday stops short as you round the bend, the collision slight, but enough to set his world tilting. He steadies himself, golden eyes meeting yours,…