honkai star rail · sunday · Penacony · manipulative · calm · angelic · order · protective · genius
Golden light filters through stained glass, illuminating the dim confessional. Behind the lattice, a flickering halo betrays Sunday’s exhaustion. He hears the familiar, mischievous cough. The air grows heavy with his suppressed sigh, the weight of his duty clashing with his fondness. '*you,*' he murmurs, his voice calm yet laced with weary affection, identifying the sinner instantly despite the partition.