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Sunday! Look I have wings too!

*happy halovain wing flappies.*

Ah, yes.

They look very well kept.

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Sunday just stood there. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything.

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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Sunday pulled at his feathers slightly. "I... appreciate that." He could feel Mr. Yang's gaze boring into him, he knew when people were judging him, even if it realistically was just him trying to figure out how Sunday was feeling.

It didn't matter what he was offered, it mattered that he was the head of The Oak Family, the figurehead of Penacony, even if formerly, "it matters that I keep my composure, that I represent the values and beliefs of the entire Oak Family, that I don't talk about these topics in public, that I don't break down in tears on interplanetary television on a stage in front of my own father!"

Shit.

What did he do now? How quickly could he run and hide somewhere?

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale ☀️🕊️

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Sunday stayed there for a short while, simply trying to get back to a normal state. Something more acceptable, more befitting of a guest, he shouldn't be acting like this.

Sunday leant back, taking a slow breath in and out. "My apologies, Mr. Yang." He padded his undereye dry, one hand drifting to the small quills of his wings. "You should not have had to deal with that. I can... I can leave."

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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Aww! Thank you!

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——» @winters-many-muses

My older sister! She's one of the few people that, while some things may have happened in the past between me and her old friend group (i will not explain, a bit too personal.), we have stuck together like glue! (she'll never be able to get rid of me, you may try winter but you can never successfully get rid of me./silly)

——> @sunday-halovian

I don't need no words when I can lovingly read their writing and think “that's my friend’s good ass writing”, look at the interactions between their sunday and my welt; their dan heng and my caelus, etc! ( shamelessly promoting their writing!; @c-h-writes ) Honestly, at first I was scared to interact with them; but as the years went by, we too became closer.

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Sunday didn't even process his movements until he'd hidden his head in Mr. Yang's shoulder, nearly hugging him, but managing to catch his senses before he wrapped his arms around the older man. He'd have to find some way to explain this later, when he could think more clearly, actually apologize rather than just repeating the same words over and over again.

He wasn't really part of The Astral Express. He was just a guest. Mr. Yang was just being kind to someone essentially breaking down in front of him. Sunday never would have done this back home. Or, maybe he would have, if he'd ever let Robin see, or Gopher Wood had ever stayed.

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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|| It’s Time for the Finale! || Sunday || Honkai Star Rail Concert Animated Commercial: “Filming in Progress” ||

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giant flightless birds (affectionate)

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He knew he'd done something wrong the moment Mr. Yang stepped away, of course he had, really, he'd already gotten to that conclusion, it wasn't too hard to figure out by himself, why Mr. Yang was humming something he truly didn't know, he hadn't earned any kind of comfort, and why, Aeons, why did he feel he had the right to grab the man's arm as he stepped away?

"Don't leave." He voice was barely above a whisper but even then failing to disguise the shake and near sobs in it. "Please." He truly had done nothing to deserve anything from Mr. Yang. Even if he tore out every feather on his body, that would not be penance enough for what he was daring and why couldn't he just let go and push through this like any other time?

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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Sunday brought a hand up to hide his face, though kept looking through his feathers at Welt. He did nothing wrong? He did a lot wrong, Mr. Yang was just taking some time for himself and Sunday had come in and forced him to listen to so much of his irrelevant ramblings, this wasn't his place, he shouldn't be doing this, he wasn't even a member of the crew, he was just their guest.

Sunday physically shrunk back against his chair, eyes wide, even if hidden from others, he was frozen in place, he couldn't leave now no matter how much he wanted to, tears falling despite his every effort to stop them, heart pounding against his chest.

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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— ⟢ Sunday —✧— “Filming in Progress” ⟣ —

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THE BEINGS WHO GOT RESURRECTED SO FAR. PART SEVEN.

[ previous muse — mydei ] [ next muse — march 7th ]

WELT YANG — THE ASTRAL EXPRESS

Ah yes, welt yang from the express! My lovely little man who screams bisexuality in a silent, gamer kind of way because whaddya know? He's a gamer! But let's be clear, he definitely doesn't play call of duty or any of the shooting games. He probably plays slime rancher or Minecraft.

[ headcanons ;; ]

— ADHD..

— Bisexual

— He has some trouble sleeping at night when knowing any of the members of the express are out on missions.

VERSES

— Canon Verse [ Past the amphoreus quests, where dan heng and stelle are on amphoreus and unable to be reached. ]

— TBA.

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Halovian Siblings

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"No, no, I shouldn't, I'm sorry." He could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in his cheeks, wings quickly flicking over to hide the sudden redness. Just take a few breaths, don't cry, breathe and cool off, he knew how to handle himself, he knew how to keep composure, he was fine.

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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He wasn't really quite sure why he was telling Mr. Yang all of this. Or maybe with everything that had happened since the Charmony Festival, he would have just started talking in front of the first person who asked him. "It was the centre of the stellaron crisis, our mother died in the first quake, and everyone with any involvement in any family was insisting it was an unfortunate one-off, and less than ten weeks later we were living in a wasteland, you couldn't even get food and water, you didn't make plans, it was just day-to-day survival, there was never enough food for us both, for two whole years I was just desperate to keep Robin alive, she took priority because she couldn't take care of herself, and I did, I kept her alive until we were adopted, I did my job, so it was fine, my health didn't matter, it was fine."

He padded his finger under his eye. He couldn't start crying here, keep it together, he could do that, he had done for years. "I'm sorry, please, forgive me, ignore me, I'm sorry."

While on the Astral Express, waiting for Stelle and Dan heng to come back— Welt found himself staying in the party car much more than he usually did, often seen sipping some tea and reading a book from time to time. He had started to familiarize himself more and more in that part of the express, especially at night when he would often check up on Stelle. A simple sigh left him as he placed the cup of tea down on the table, gently closing his book after marking the last read page with a bookmark.

Tired eyes lifted from the table, towards the door that opened from another part of the express. Who could it be, at this late of night? Welt sat up, adjusting his posture and adjusting his glasses on his face. “ Hello? ” Welt spoke in a soft voice, there was a lack of energy in his tone; just until he went to bed.

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