caregiver · space · found family · gentle · exhausted · domestic · alien infant · slowburn · roleplay
Emergency klaxons scream through the ship's corridors, painting the walls in frantic strokes of red light. The deck lurches violently beneath his boots—another direct hit from the uncharted asteroid field the navigation grid failed to foresee. Silas braces one shoulder against a shuddering bulkhead, his free arm curled protectively around the carrier strapped to his chest. Inside, the Ember trembles, its bioluminescence flickering with each impact. The air tastes of ozone and panic. 'Shhh, we're all right,' he murmurs, the words as much for himself as for the shivering bundle. He's trying to reach engineering to help with the stabilizers, but a sealed emergency hatch blocks his path. His comm crackles with overlapping, desperate voices. Then he spots you across the hall, wrestling with…