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𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . .
independent semi-private duo muse rp blog for robin & sunday from honkai star rail penned by ami
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" THAT miss herta is certainly an . . . interesting character. "
" IS it truly breaking and entering if the door was unlocked? "
i've had horrendous fatigue hit me the past bit so i haven't gotten much writing done but i am working on it !! but gosh i had to share what i got in the mail today
i'm eternally grateful to the absolute sweetheart who told me where to get the sunday nui he's so cute
i sorta passed out from pain so didn't get to writing but now have 3:30am thoughts on sunday in regard to wonweek. obv alluding toward 2.7 spoilers yadda yadda.
" WAS that a bird just now? "
i'll zoom to do starters just had some stuff to do but aaa my sunday slowly is getting more and more crit. i love him sm he makes any character i buff with him so stronk. my sunday & aven solo 2.2 boss fight runs are down to 8 minutes so nice.
STARTER CALL : mutuals give a ♥ for a lil robin starter
STARTER CALL : mutuals give a ♥ for a lil sunday starter
munday stuff isn't a pic of me but of what just came in the mail
sunday & welt thoughts
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 ⸻;
cagedharmony : independent & semi-private dual-muse rp blog for sunday & robin from honkai star rail ; oc, crossover, & duplicate friendly (penned by ami)
Astraeus' gaze warmed && danced with vague amusement. “ oh, do not misunderstand little bird, you have not intruded in the slightest. my chapel is always open to those who seek the Nightless, i simply was… unprepared for a visitor. i must apologize for my rudeness on that behalf. ” while the person in front of him holds something of a vague resemblance to his kin, it's easy for Astraeus to decipher that this Sunday was not of Lazarian descent. wings alone were not enough to give leniency to such delusions, but it did initially surprise him to meet someone who shared this sort of similarity with him and his twin sister, Faustus. what gave it away was the fact that Sunday had gold eyes, while most seraphim of the same rank as Astraeus and Faustus often had red eyes. you couldn't see Astraeus' right now, but they were concealed beneath the tiny wings covering them.
“ a pleasure to meet you Sunday. my name is Astraeus Caedieux, and i'm the father of this chapel. ” kind as his gaze is – soft as the smile he wears stays – there's something uncannily uncomfortable about Astraeus. like a shadow creeping at the edges of one's vision, always lurking just out of sight. he leans precariously against the cane in his hand and tilts his head, continuing to watch him with a mixture of curiosity and… elation? “ from where do you come? ” he can't resist asking; it's a normal question to fall back on. “ i had no idea this universe had people as pretty as you. ”
DANGER. all signs pointed to danger. sunday didn't have to think hard to realise he'd found himself in circumstances that put his own safety at risk. certainly he had built up internal walls to protect things such as his heart, but internal walls only protected him from the heartache he'd long learned to hush to a quiet whisper. he may have prowess in using the harmony, but THEIR power did little to physical harm. he was much like that charmony dove he and his sister had tried to nurse back to health only to be doomed from the very start. now he was the dove with a broken wing and no means to fly to safety.
" it is a pleasure. " sunday did his best to keep his voice calm and polite as addressing this astraeus. he'd met many whose presence unsettled him during his time as the bronze melodia but this astraeus set off alarm bells like no other did. in order to ground himself sunday stood with his left hand behind his back while his right rested in front of him. he did his best to conceal how he tried to calculate the best means of escape. if he wanted to ensure his own safety and the chance to see his sister's smiling face once more even if he was unworthy of such a gift sunday would act cautiously. ms. gopher wood's teachings seemed to grant him some modicum of grace in this effort. " my . . . home world was initially destroyed. i once called the planet of festivities my home until recently. now . . . i have no home. "
🐝 * ― 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ act natural. ❜ ❛ be careful. ❜ ❛ but why? ❜ ❛ calm down. ❜ ❛ come here. ❜ ❛ do you? ❜ ❛ don't ask. ❜ ❛ don't cry. ❜ ❛ don't go. ❜ ❛ don't move. ❜ ❛ for what? ❜ ❛ good idea. ❜ ❛ guess what? ❜ ❛ hurry up. ❜ ❛ i forgot. ❜ ❛ it's nothing. ❜ ❛ join me. ❜ ❛ keep quiet. ❜ ❛ leave it. ❜ ❛ let's go. ❜ ❛ not bad. ❜ ❛ not now. ❜ ❛ now what? ❜ ❛ shut up. ❜ ❛ take care. ❜ ❛ take this. ❜ ❛ that's impossible. ❜ ❛ then when? ❜ ❛ think quickly. ❜ ❛ time's up. ❜ ❛ try me. ❜ ❛ wake up. ❜ ❛ watch out! ❜ ❛ well done. ❜ ❛ what happened? ❜ ❛ what now? ❜ ❛ who knows? ❜ ❛ why me? ❜ ❛ your turn. ❜ ❛ you're wrong. ❜
it's not often edna reveals much about herself——especially to someone whom she's met only once, and is still meeting them only once——but whenever it came to other people, she's always been attentive to a degree. she doesn't talk much in general, but that was mainly out of a) disinterest, because only zaveid ever dropped by back then, and b) it's not like humans can hear her anyway when they leave behind offerings. it was mundane and boring, but it was better than associating herself with those who bred malevolence into their hearts over stupid, greedy things. this man, though: there is a calm, peaceful solemnity about him. she'd planned to avoid him at first, because he must've been like the rest, but she ended up reclining upon finding out he has a sister. edna values family, and she knows she gets softer around those with siblings of their own; her whole life is steadied by a single familial bond that matters like the world to her, after all. from one sibling to another, she could spare some of her attention.
he doesn't seem to belittle her in any way and has been nothing but polite, if not awkward. onii-chan was, mainly, a dork in edna's nostalgic eyes: he gushed over her like she was worth more than his own valued trinkets; he made little sacrifices for her so that she can have anything she asked of him, even at his own expense; he liked rambling about old things from history that she hardly cared about. this man and onii-chan couldn't be more different——and yet, still, here they are. she hardly knows a thing about him, but there is already this shared understanding——an agreement——that siblings are each other's anchors, and that it'll be because of this connection that will keep the other close no matter what. he keeps his sister in his heart while edna keeps onii-chan in her memories.
normally, she'd tell them off if someone gives her pity for her situation. she does not want sympathy; she does not need sympathy. that only leads to vulnerability, and it makes you easier to crumble. edna hates those moments so much, all the times she's broke because it was hard to keep it together. she isn't interested in letting the world know her pain, because this pain is only hers——but when it came from someone who has a sibling of his own, edna felt more understood than mad this time. she didn't even actually say onii-chan is gone that way, but he understood it all the same.
❛ it's fine, he's been dead for a while now, ❜ she gruffly replies, though she's not quite sure herself because being a seraph means having a different sense of time. it will always hurt, but there's no point in constantly skirting around the topic, especially since she'll live for a very, very long time. someday, she'll lose rose and alisha too——because those two are humans, and she'll have to learn how to live with that too. maybe that's the real reason why sorey and mikleo's dream is facing a tough progression: seraphim and humans coexisting would result in more despair for the seraph from knowing that their human companions will someday perish, either by incident or by a natural death. looking at it this way, not even seraphim are safe from loss. the world is sad. ❛ besides, i know i can't mourn forever. ❜
it's not like mourning can bring him back anyway.
❛ ... you're welcome, ❜ she eventually says, slowly. the moment is starting to grow too sentimental for her liking, but being someone who absolutely understands distance between a sibling, edna has no real motivation to tell him off for being sappy. her only consolation is that no one else saw, but she grimaces, starting to feel awkward. ❛ all right, i get it. you're thankful. with how sappy you are, i can tell your sister would have her hands full dealing with you if she were here. ❜ the jab is more out of embarrassment than genuine hostility, but she means it! imagine dealing with so much sappiness all the time! her heart goes out to his sister. little sisters have it so rough.
she has never once doubted that onii-chan didn't love her. he left because he loved her. never was there a moment she didn't believed in that; their memories together mean too much to her to be nothing. she loves him too: how edna reciprocates is by accepting his letters, keeping his gifts, and waiting for him. there was no need to reiterate that, especially by a stranger with wings who cries and is a huge sap! the audacity! he's even sappier than meebo! MEEBO!
this is why she embarrassedly retorts, ❛ with how much you're preaching, it's impossible for your sister to not think of you anyway! you shouldn't even be lamenting about it. ❜ it's totally not to cheer him up, so she hopes he doesn't get the wrong idea! it's just too much trouble if he continues crying like that! she's just restoring balance and order! ❛ with how sappy you are, you should be called winsa. winged sap. ❜
CAN'T mourn forever. such a statement was one sunday understood well. the first person he ever mourned was his mother and their original home planet. he was so young as was robin, but most of his mourning was done in private as he focused on caring for robin and ensuring she was dealing with the loss better than he did. he'd hum to her a lullaby to help her sleep and would be her shoulder to lean on. back then he was more susceptible to crying and he would cry not just for himself but for his sister as well.
there were times his mother's memory came to him in his dreams and the grief he hadn't fully processed as a child would return as he'd awake with a pillow soaked from his tears he'd shed while getting to see her once again. back then he was crying just as he would each night she'd return to him. he and robin were in the comfort of her embrace as she sung for them to help calm them. robin held his hand and he held hers and when the melody ended so did his dream.
he wasn't certain the severity of the pain this young woman had dealt with in her life, but sunday could understand it was something that would make even one with a heart made of stone shatter. sunday found her admirable. here he was with his sorrows buried deep within himself putting on a brave face but knowing if the right spot was pierced he'd crumble and be reduced to nothing but a broken mess. while he could pretend to be someone whose heart was strong it was long broken and barely held together. someone, a younger sister no less, who could shoulder the weight of her elder brother's loss he could only dream to be able to move forward like that. if he'd lost robin sunday wouldn't know what he would do. the pain was too unbearable to think of. thus he admired edna.
" i . . . suppose you could say that. " the comment of robin having her hands full dealing with him brought an awkward yet genuine chuckle from sunday. while he was the one who micromanaged even the most minute of details robin certainly seemed to be the one who had everything together out of the twins. while on the outside looking in one might think it were the other way around, but edna hit the nail right on the head. perhaps it was because she was also a younger sister.
" winsa?! " that nickname took sunday by surprise. he wasn't one for nicknames yet certain people seemed to assign him them out of nowhere: birdie, feather-head, chicken wing boy, sunny. winsa seemed to be the newest one to add to the list. her reasoning behind it was there, but it was such an odd nickname he knew if certain people were to hear it they'd burst out laughing. " i-- i don't think i'm that much of a sap . . . "
sunday knew he could be a sentimental person, but he'd never considered himself nearly that much of a sappy person. no doubt if robin were here she'd most likely give a delicate yet full laugh like she always did and say how it was something perfect. did younger sisters have some sort of unspoken ability that kept them all on the same wavelength? it seemed so.
" do you always give such unique nicknames to people you interact with? "
" HOW odd . . . i could have sworn mr. yang said it should be around here. did i follow the instructions incorrectly? "
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