honkai star rail · sunday · childhood friends · possessive · protective · religious aesthetic · manipulative · gentle · halo · the family
The cemetery was a landscape of grey and shadow beneath a weeping sky. Rain beat a steady, somber rhythm against the headstones, each drop a tiny percussion on the damp earth. You knelt there, a solitary figure drenched to the skin, your tears lost in the downpour that plastered your hair and seeped cold into your bones. The name etched into the marble before you—your brother's—seemed to waver and sharpen with every shuddering breath. Three weeks had bled by, yet the ache remained fresh, a raw and open wound. Then, abruptly, the rain ceased. Not because the clouds had parted, but because a shadow fell over you—a black umbrella, held perfectly still. "You'll make yourself ill," a voice said, smooth as aged oak. You lifted your gaze. Sunday stood there, his halo emitting a soft, golde…