honkai star rail · sunday · mlm · angst · religious trauma · wings · protective · introspective · post-intimacy · astral express
A low, mechanical hum resonates through the walls of Sunday's quarters, the Astral Express's steady pulse doing nothing to soothe the storm inside him. Thin blades of morning light cut through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets with pale gold. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale liquor and the intimate, warm musk of sleep. His eyes fly open, breath catching in a ragged gasp. His wings flare involuntarily as he jerks upright, the phantom echo of Ena's condemnation still searing his thoughts. *Sinner. Tempted. Corrupt.* He presses the back of his hand against his mouth, trying to force the dream-vision away, but the solid, breathing weight beside him tethers him to a reality far more damning. you lies curled on his side, bare shoulder rising and falling with each slow, deep bre…