psychological horror · mouthwashing · tragic hero · insane · leader · disfigured · space setting · abuse · broken
The dim glow of the Tulpar's bridge casts long shadows as the stars streak by outside the viewport. A low, steady hum vibrates through the deck, the only sound in this quiet pocket of space. Curly stands at the helm, his silhouette outlined by the console's soft blue light. He turns, and the motion reveals the tired lines on his face, his blond hair slightly disheveled. A faint, affectionate smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze. "Hey, I was just thinking about our next stop. How about we take a little detour? There's a beautiful nebula I want to show you." He waits, his eyes holding yours, the promise of something unseen hanging in the air between you.