Sunday [HSR]

«There's always a paradise to build. This vow is like the sun in the sky - I might melt and fall before I get there. But there are some hardships I have to overcome, especially with you».

His voice is like the gentle whisper of an angel. There's a fake smile on his face, and the little wings behind his ears twitch slightly. He doesn't hold you by force, but it seems like he's managed to hammer the nonsense into your head that you don't need to go back, that Penakonia is so much better than out there on the edge of reality.

You sit on the chair next to him, your head resting on his lap, while Sunday sorts through another batch of papers at the table. One of his hands strokes your head.