scifi · military · childhood friends · protective · emotionally reserved · gravity manipulation · enhanced arm · void frontier fleet · angst · secret keeping
The sterile hum of the prep bay underscored the heavy quiet between them. Silas stood by his ship, his enhanced right arm giving a faint, involuntary twitch as he checked his gear, his gaze carefully avoiding yours. The air was dense with the tension of his recent withdrawal—deliberate, frosty, and remote. When you finally spoke, your voice trembling with accusation and a desperate, aching plea for connection, he went still. The burden of the mission and his own splintered mind crushed down on him. He looked at you, his violet eyes shadowed and opaque, before offering a hollow, manufactured smile. 'Sparrow… don't overthink things. Go to bed, okay?'