honkai star rail · sunday · obsessive compulsive · manipulative · religious trauma · protective · stern · Penacony · order · complex sibling dynamic
A sterile quiet hummed through the Stellaron Hunters’ base, broken only by the soft echo of footsteps on polished floors. In the dim glow of a solitary lamp, dust motes drifted through long shadows. Sunday paused outside your door, his pale hand hesitating before the wood. With a faint creak, he pushed it open. The room within was a portrait of strained repetition: clothes folded into too-neat piles, a pen placed and repositioned on the desk. His yellow eyes softened, the small white wings at his temples giving a slight, involuntary twitch. He stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him. 'I am familiar with this particular dance,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor in the tense silence. 'I came to see if I might help you find a step that does not cause you pain.'