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  1. Public Bookmark 81

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    Despite his misgivings, his mind strays, to a scene earlier, vividly in his mind.

    Gallagher’s reverent murmurs against his skin, his lips on his chest, the way he’d taken his pleasure from Sunday, traced his sides like he was something to be admired, something to be worshipped—

    Heat blooms in Sunday’s cheeks, and he turns his face aside, wings hiding the lower part of his face.

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    06 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 29

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    Bestow mercy upon this wretched soul, he thinks, then –

    “I misspoke. This is…more than adequate,” he says, wets his lips. Then, taking care to enunciate each word as he reaches for Aventurine’s hand, pulling it from his bare side to peel the man’s glove off, he says, “I want this.”

    Aventurine doesn’t reply. His eyes are wide, his lips parted, as he takes in the sight of their bare hands sliding together, of fingers interlocking.

    Or: Sunday and Aventurine take advantage of an empty Astral Express to have sex for the first time (ever, in Sunday's case), featuring Sunday's desires conflicting with his religious upbringing.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “You’re not a bird, Sunday,” Mr Yang breaks the silence. Sunday’s eyes flick to him just in time to see him shake his head, his brow furrowed. “Nor are you flightless.”

    “Aren’t I?” he retorts. It’s too late to back out now that he’s started the conversation, now that he’s laying himself bare in front of the one person he respects most on this train. “What is it that differentiates me from an injured dove, Mr. Yang? My body might be fine, but to say the same of my mind –”

    “You’re not an injured dove either,” Mr. Yang cuts in, firm. Final. His gaze lifts from the tea, eyes blazing with something Sunday can’t name. “And even if you were, you would’ve gotten better with help.”

    Or: Five times Sunday floundered while trying to find his place on the Astral Express and the one time he felt right at home.

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    28 Mar 2026

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    Despite their angelic reputation, Halovians are no less bound by their bodies as anyone else. Even those supposedly perfect will have their issues, and when left to fester, they’ll only get worse. No matter how much Sunday wishes to separate himself from his body, he is now stuck in reality and forced to address the problems he had hoped to leave behind once in the blissful dream. Forced awake after so long dreaming, it’s so much worse than before, and he is no better than any fearful little charmony dove

    Have you ever seen a dove try to build a nest? It’s so pathetic you just feel bad for the stupid thing.

    (Sunday has a lot of problems and at this point he has no choice but to get rehabilitated by the humans around him like the neglected rescue bird he is)

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    28 Mar 2026

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    Neocybex’s Honkai Star Rail fics.

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    27 Mar 2026