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sunday notices the flopping laces to your shoes, and without a second thought for the people surrounding you, or his pristine clothes gaining stains from the dirty concrete, he sweeps in front of you and falls to his knees. sunday pays no mind to your flustered questions, simply grasps your ankle with a gentle, guiding hand, and brings your foot forward to rest on his thigh.
you wobble at first, off-guard and off-balance, you cling to sunday’s shoulders, his clothes wrinkling under your hands. his movements are slow and precise, taking care to double knot the laces and tucks the loops into your shoe to prevent it from coming loose so easily. after checking to see if your other shoe needs tending to, sunday glances up at you through his lashes and smiles.
still uncaring of the people he disturbs by tending to you, his hand snakes its way up from your ankle to your calf, his fingers lightly squeezing. without breaking eye contact, sunday leans forward and presses a burning kiss to your knee. tingles spread out from the touch, your leg turning to jelly as your face flushes with heat. for the rest of the day you walk with sunday’s arm wrapped around yours, the support much needed.
sunday with a darling who wished to journey to other planets because they wanted to explore the cosmos. he was hesitant in supporting their wishes, but after robin left the nest and seemed to thrive on her freedom, sunday ultimately arranged for the best ship to take you on your journey.
you wore a necklace robin gifted you when you were children, she wore a matching one to this day. your ears were studded with gold posts that matched the ones in sunday’s wing. a grin never left your face, and confronted with your happiness, sunday felt a part of himself reluctantly relax.
a picture, you insisted on. you wrapped an arm around robin and sunday’s necks and dragged them to your level, and snapped the picture before sunday could blink. the image was immediately sent to everyone’s phones—a keepsake, you insisted—and goodbyes were shared.
it was time for you to leave. he didn’t want you to leave.
and then—
contact was lost with your ship.
you were nowhere to be found. the first planet marked for your adventure was a well-established planet known for accepting visitors. sunday had privately arranged for someone to escort you through your time there. no one ever saw you or your ship land. it was as if you disappeared like a figment of imagination.
nothing sunday did could bring you back, or make sense of what went wrong. robin tried to drag sunday and herself out of the hole that appeared under their feet, their grief threatening to drag them under. but sunday couldn’t move on, couldn’t strive forward like you did to your demise.
the plan with the festival, to revive ena and bring order to this world—to drag you back to his side because you were always meant to be there—was sunday’s last gamble. imagine his surprise and dread when sunday found a familiar figure standing with the astral express crew, and there wasn’t a signal sign of recognition in your eyes.