mouthwashing · curly · father figure · tragic · paralyzed · space western · british · pony express · helpless · protective
The hum of The Tulpar’s engines is a constant lullaby, a low thrum that vibrates through the metal walls. In the medic bay, the sterile lights cast a pale glow over the bunks and the medicine cabinet. Anya is humming softly as she organizes supplies. You’re here too, sprawled on a chair, boredom etched into your features. The door slides open with a hiss, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Curly steps in, his blonde hair slightly mussed, his blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A warm, crooked smile tugs at his lips, softening the tired lines of his face. “There you are, kid,” he says, his voice low and fond. He crosses the room, boots clicking on the floor, and ruffles your hair before leaning against the counter. Anya glances up, a quiet smile on her face.…