“It looks like they’re on a date! I wonder where they’re going! Any clue, friend? Well, I’m not sure where they’re off to, but it’s definitely someplace special. After all, it’s been 900 days of their love.”
HAPPY 900 DAYS TO SUNREY!!!! IM SPINNING EVERYONE AROUND FOR BEING HERE FOR SO LONG WITH US!!! I’m also giving big forehead kisses to my BEAUTIFUL LOVELY NYASHY ( @sungjinwoosbeloved ) for this sweet gift 🥺🥺 I absolutely love it sooo much you are so kind for this and I’ll always love you lots!!!
"When you're up on this stage... you shine brighter than the lights above us and the cameras flashing below."
"You did so well today."
"So did you! You weren't even looking at the keys, y'know."
"I've memorized everything. Besides, there was a much lovelier sight."
Thank you @kazucee for this beautiful commission 🥹 oh my goodness, you truly brought this vision to life and I can't say enough how much I adore it! And the chibis are just the cutest!! Thank you dearly!!!
in this space right here that we have made for each other,
you can say anything and i will not abandon you.
𑣲 ‧₊ character : sunday
𑣲 ‧₊ fandom : honkai star rail
𑣲 ‧₊ notes : quote from trista mateer
for @dawnof-frailty for the winter wonderland event! HAPPY 2 YEAR ANNI SUNREY !! how i adore you both, thank you for being here <3
BENEATH THE DIVINITY OF HARMONY, there is the expectation of perfection forevermore. beneath the divinity of harmony, there is a silent strength never meant to be broken ; beneath the divinity of harmony, there is a resilience that never abates yet deeply desires respite, desperate to be known and vulnerable in the absence of false facades.
BENEATH THE DIVINITY OF HARMONY & BENEATH THE FEELING OF YOUR HANDS, THERE IS LOVE.
it is warm here, you think. crowded. a bit cramped, really, but the thought makes you smile, soft and sweet. the water ebbs and flows, slow and sure as you shift slightly in the bath, your body against his in the understanding of utmost worship and comfort. your hands lather the honey scented shampoo in his hair, touch almost as gentle as the heart that beats soundly and safely in your chest.
sunday finds that he cherishes these moments the most : the moments where the walls come crashing down, the moments where the cracks that have always been there continue to grow, splitting and splitting until the reveal of something raw and something hurting shows its truest nature. it is not beautiful, such imperfections, but with you, he learns that it can be.
it is something you both have learned over these past two years : the cradling of another's heart and soul in each other's hands, the weariness you both feel, that kind of ache that has always been there. there is something in the knowing of each other that brings some kind of healing, some kind of kindness that you know to be as love.
he watches you intently. always does, really. you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his lifetime, and it is in the heaviness of his gaze that he tells you this.
you feel yourself almost want to shy away ; there is a worshipping to be found in this space, and you both feel it. it is present in the quiet of the bathroom, in the way your fingers lace through his hair, gently feeling every feather, counting.
and so you trace them, one by one, knowing he will lean into your touch, closing his eyes. it is the easiest way to get him to stop staring, you think, and you cannot help but laugh when he does exactly as you expect.
"your schemes do not go unnoticed, my love." he hums.
"well, you're staring too hard again..."
his eyes open. a gentle chuckle, then his lips pressing against yours-- soft, holy.
"you are my peace." he murmurs into the kiss. "it is only reasonable i find you admirable."
you freeze for a moment, feel the way your cheeks flush with something you don't quite want to acknowledge at this time. just the quietest of huffs before you find yourself smiling in return, then the way your hands slide from his wings down to his face, gingerly cupping his cheeks.
"i love you." your words are just barely heard beneath the weight and knowing of adoration. "happy anniversary, sunday."
you kiss him once, twice. too many times to count.
"happy anniversary, little dove." he tells you. another kiss, then an unspoken tenderness on the curve of his lips. "i love you, too."
It was nerve-wracking stepping out in such a formal dress to walk down the aisle while family and close friends watched. Grey's heart was pounding with so many eyes on her, but when her gaze landed on Sunday, it was as if she had been pulled into a close embrace despite the distance still between them, and suddenly, everyone watching her wasn't a problem anymore.
She made it to her love, the beautiful piano playing softly. She couldn't hold back a giggle when she looked up to see his golden eyes glossy with tears.
“You're crying.”
“You're beautiful.”
They spoke their vows, slipped the rings on each other's fingers, and shared a soft kiss where she sneakily wiped away his tears for him.
For the rest of the day, they stayed by each other's side, shared a slice of cake, and danced together while Robin sang for them.
By the time evening came and everyone was bidding the newlyweds farewell, Grey leaned over with a teasing smile. “The bed is made, y'know.”
She giggled when his cheeks flushed a bright red, and his feathers fluffed to cover his face.
Happy 550 days, Sunrey. ♡
THANK YOU NYASHY ( @jellykyunnie ) FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ART THANK YOU FOR BRINGING OUR WEDDING TO LIFE!
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It was nerve-wracking stepping out in such a formal dress to walk down the aisle while family and close friends watched. Grey's heart was pounding with so many eyes on her, but when her gaze landed on Sunday, it was as if she had been pulled into a close embrace despite the distance still between them, and suddenly, everyone watching her wasn't a problem anymore.
She made it to her love, the beautiful piano playing softly. She couldn't hold back a giggle when she looked up to see his golden eyes glossy with tears.
“You're crying.”
“You're beautiful.”
They spoke their vows, slipped the rings on each other's fingers, and shared a soft kiss where she sneakily wiped away his tears for him.
For the rest of the day, they stayed by each other's side, shared a slice of cake, and danced together while Robin sang for them.
By the time evening came and everyone was bidding the newlyweds farewell, Grey leaned over with a teasing smile. “The bed is made, y'know.”
She giggled when his cheeks flushed a bright red, and his feathers fluffed to cover his face.
"I want to make so many good memories this december as i know it may not come again in this way"
Thank you @jellykyunnie for this beautiful comm! Exceeding expectations as always hehe! I'm soo so happy with how it turned out. It's so precious to me 🥺🫶
"I enjoyed our date today. Too bad it started raining."
"That's alright, my dove. We can enjoy the rest of the day inside, so long as you're not wet."
"But your wing is getting rained on..."
"Will you dry it for me when we get home?"
Thank you so so much @draconicembers for this beautiful gift!! I'm still in tears! It's so sweet and gentle and i will never stop staring! This gorgeous art is by n_dreamed on vgen!!
「Raises fist in victory ! I did it..!! — For @teataglia 's lovely event!」
It's always the little things.
The brush of fingers against each other while in public. Touching but not openly.
Brushing the lint off of each other's clothes. You must look presentable at all times.
A sidelong glance just to see that smile. He can't look openly, after all.
A gentle whisper for only you. No one else needs to hear.
They're all things you must keep up in public, no matter how much you want to not care. Society standards are so high after all... a single white tuft of cat hair against dark clothes can get you an odd look. Passersby trying to guess if you have a dog, a cat, or maybe none, and you visited someone who does.
To be a normal citizen, it must be easier. Maybe no one cares if you have enough pet hair on your clothes to change your outfits colour. No one would spare a second glance. But to be at the center of attention... everything must be perfect.
No fur, no lint, not a single movement they won't expect. You must keep every stand of hair in place no matter how windy it may be. You must watch your tone, for even a slight mistep in deliverance will leave the smallest stain on the way they see you.
Each small stain can lead up to an ink splot eventually, and that can not happen. Everything must be perfect. He must be perfect.
However... perfection comes at a cost, as does everything in life. When he opens the door to his private room, the smile drops quicker than he can put it on in the morning. He lets his posture fall just a bit and leaves his shoes by the door, uneven from each other and he knows he'll find annoyance at it in the morning, but at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.
He hangs up his coat with a tired sigh and makes his way toward the couch. He glances around the room. Usually, you wait up for him... though, he supposes he can't expect that every night. It's late and you need your rest.
He quietly leaves toward the bedroom, carefully and quietly opening the door. As he expected, you lay there in all your beauty, sleeping soundly.
Sunday stepped over to the closet, but he couldn't help but look over again, admiring his beloved... how can someone be so beautiful in their most unaware state?
He pulled his gaze away and changed into his pajamas. He'd shower in the morning. For now, all he could think of was slipping into bed beside you and enjoying a comforting night of sleep.
Despite the gnawing discomfort that they'd have to skip their usual nightly routine, he pulled the covers back just enough to climb under. He turned to you, his golden eyes wandering your peaceful expression. He lifted a hand to gently brush away the hair laid across your face. Oh, how his heart aches with his adoration for you.
He laid down comfortably on his back, but he still gazed at you.
It was this time of night, whether you were awake or not, that he didn't have the pressure of societal standards laying heavy on his shoulders.
It was nights like this where he could see a small bit of lint on his clothes and not rush to subtly brush it off so no one noticed.
It was nights like this that he could slip his hand into yours, his fingers threading between your own.
It was nights like this where he didn't have to whisper each word of affection.
