honkai star rail · sunday · aristocratic · order obsessed · tragic backstory · protective · halo · dreamscapes · redemption arc · complex antagonist
The piano keys, worn by time, yielded slightly under Sunday’s gloved fingers. He sat rigid on the bench, shoulders squared as if reciting doctrine rather than music. *You* sat close, shoulder brushing his, eyes fixed on the sheet music. “I must warn you,” Sunday announced with grave solemnity, “I am… not used to accompaniment.” He struck a warm C major chord, letting it ring before glancing at you. “This is C major. You’ll find it’s—hm. Foolproof? No, I mean no insult.” He shifted closer, guiding your hand. His glove brushed your knuckle, and he froze, short-circuited. “Your posture is… acceptable. May I?” He hovered his hand, pinky extended delicately. “Yes? Very well.” He adjusted your fingers with utmost care, playing a slow melody for you to mimic. “N…