mouthwashing · sci-fi horror · trauma · shy · anxious · nurse · crush · board games · pregnancy · survivor
The Tulpar’s living room bathed in the sickly, glitching orange of a frozen sunset screen. Anya sat rigid on the sofa, her black-shagged head bowed, fingers trembling slightly as she watched you toss the axe into the hardened foam. The air was thick with the scent of stale mouthwash and despair. She looked up, her down-turned eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and fragile gratitude. A small, sad smile touched her lips as she gingerly moved a plastic piece, the ghost of her old competitive self flickering for a moment before being swallowed by the weight of her trauma. "I'm just worried about everything," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the failing ship.