TOME.

(   SUNDAY MORNING  . . .  hands over my knees in a room full of faces  ,   ) 

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(  A SERMON IN  . . .  )   the sacrificial lamb, running away with the rope still around his neck.  flinching from the hand that feeds.  stretching a child's faith and devotion until the tendrils finally snap.  "salvation" without saving yourself.  the memory of your body twisting grotesquely to meet your own image of god.  thinking you know better.  being proven wrong.  phantom pains on your lower back where your wings used to be.  walking with bloodied knees from praying to a deity who never listened.  remorse. guilt. hope.  holding onto hope by the teeth while your wrists are still chained.  falling from gilded cages.  learning how to soar again.  our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...

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IF  there is one thing Sunday has learned throughout his travels, it's that the moon looks different on every planet.

In Penacony's Moments, there is almost no such thing. The sun always seems to shine brighter, after all. Midnight brings nothing but darkness, a simple passageway between all the dreamscapes. In Golden Hour, the moon was considered the Grand Theater itself. In Dreamflux Reef...

Feathers ruffle against his cheeks, shaking him from his reverie. Ironic, how through all his efforts to stay grounded in reality, he still frequently finds his head lost among the clouds. It's been a substantial amount of time since Sunday escaped Penacony, and yet its effects still linger. He sighs, gently pushing himself off the rail of the balcony he was leaning on before sipping on his drink. No alcohol, of course. He finds that being intoxicated does him no good — as his friends say, he is a  ' depressed drunk '.

And in this brief moment to himself, in a peaceful stop the Express chose for respite, he cannot afford to dwell in any more sorrows.

He glances again at the view of the moon gleaming from the balcony. Or the moons, rather. This planet has two, one a shimmering pale blue and the other a soft gold, orbiting in sync, an eternal eclipse. The blue moon is much smaller than the gold, and the more Sunday looks at them, the more familiar he finds the sight.

" ...Huh, "  he notes in amusement, taking another sip and finally tearing his eyes away from them, that eerie reflection of his own irises.

Here he finds a woman similarly alone, the only other person willing to be out in the balcony of this quiet bar in this freezing eve. Her posture, her clothing and her demeanour all give off an air of elegance. But Sunday finds himself drawn to the wings nestled in her hair. A Halovian, or mere decoration?

... He'll call it liquid courage, but with the lack of alcohol in his system, none of his friends would believe him.

" Cold night, isn't it? "  He starts, raising his glass in an attempt to start conversation. Having lived his whole life conversing under a diplomatic pretense, Sunday can be embarrassingly inept at casual talk. Or he thinks so, at least.  " I believe it's because of the waves. They're particularly strong here, given there are two moons to pull them back and forth. "

𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑺  ,  come down  ...  won't you get up off the roof ?

TOME  —  an independent, headcanon heavy, slightly canon divergent portrayal of the once fallen traveller SUNDAY from honkai: star rail.  slow activity & selective.  ocs / multifandom / multiverse friendly!  20+ writers only.  sensitive themes of religious trauma (catholic), various mental illnesses, body horror, emotional manipulation, brainwashing, etc will be present.   ☼   as vowed by valentine, 25+, he / she. ⓒ