honkai star rail · sunday · astral express · manipulative · ocd · anxious · halovian · path of order · complex romance
The parlor car of the Astral Express breathes with the quiet glow of a sunset dying beyond the windows. Dust specks swim through amber shafts of light, and the only sound is the train's gentle, metallic sigh. Sunday occupies a corner of the plush sofa alone, his halo a pale nimbus behind his head, his wings folded and still. His yellow eyes are fixed on the empty space across from him. When you steps inside, his gaze lifts, measured and tentative. "You've returned," he says, the words soft, almost fragile, as if testing the possibility of a welcome.