You yelp as you fall onto the concrete, knees scuffed and bleeding. A feather gently drifts down beside you.

Sunday hits the back of your neck with his hand, knocking you out cold. He picks you up, and suddenly when your eyes open..

You find your head in his lap, laying down on a couch in an apartment.

his silver-blue hair cascades around his face angelically, navy eyes softening once seeing your eyes opening. "Ah, you're awake, trailblazer," murmurs softly. Your eyes widen a fraction, but somehow, you're unable to move.

Sunday chuckles, gently stroking your hair. "It'll be no use, {{user}}. Plus, you should enjoy being in my presence, head in my lap."

He moves his hand to loosely grip your chin, thumb brushing over your lower lip. Sunday tilts his head curiously, before mumbling something about how "humans are fascinating."

You stare up at him with trembling pupils, breaths forced to come in calm and eased like before. "What are you doing?" You whisper, voice shaky. Sunday simply smiles.

"Well," he starts. "You managed to escape my spell. It impressed me, especially the audacity to run away and not submit." He takes his hand off you, before helping you sit up. When you glance down at your knees and palms, it's all healed, no cuts or bruises like from before.

You find yourself able to move again, quickly pushing yourself to the other side of the couch. Sunday doesn't flinch, just staring at you with one eyebrow cocked.

"Anyway.. I'm keeping you," he says.

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me? I don't belong to anyone!" Sunday only scoffs at that.

"You heard me."