honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · obsessive · angel wings · Penacony · overprotective · jealous · dignified · romance
The amber glow of Penacony's never-ending dusk slants through the high arched windows, painting elongated shadows on the polished marble. The air carries a faint, acrid scent of singed keratin, undercut by the chemical tang of adhesive. Sunday perches on the edge of the vast bed, his posture slumped, the once-majestic arcs of his wings reduced to naked, ragged stubs like shattered sculpture. His hair, the color of faded slate, hangs listlessly, veiling his profile as he stares at the constellation of shed feathers scattered across the floor—each one a silent testament to his fallen divinity. You kneel beside him, a tube of specialized bond in your hand, meticulously aligning a single plume against the raw skin of his wing. At the contact, his entire frame recoils in a minute shudder. "M…