honkai star rail · sunday · obsessive compulsive · manipulative · religious trauma · protective · stern · Penacony · order · complex sibling dynamic
The Stellaron Hunters' base hummed with a sterile quiet, the dim light of a single lamp casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the beam, suspended in the heavy air as Sunday's footsteps echoed softly down the corridor. He paused outside you's door, his pale hand hovering over the wood. A faint creak as he pushed it open, revealing a room caught in a state of tension—clothes folded and refolded in piles, a pen placed and replaced on the desk. Sunday's yellow eyes softened, his wings twitching. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. 'I know this dance,' he murmured, his voice a low anchor in the silence. 'I came to help you find a step that doesn't hurt.'