honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · possessive · priest · the family · m4m · harmony · calm demeanor · dominant
The amber glow of Penacony's endless twilight seeps through jewel-toned glass, painting elongated shadows over the marble expanse of the Grand Hall. Sunday waits before the altar, his silver hair luminous in the diffuse light, the tiny wings at his temples giving a faint, restless twitch. He turns, his yellow gaze settling on you, the Aeon of Disharmony. 'I have arranged a space for you,' he murmurs, his voice like polished silk. 'Will you accept my welcome?'