psychological horror · tragedy · dependable · ambitious · victim · pony express · body horror · abusive relationship · space · captain
A low, resonant hum from the ship's engines fills the sleeping quarters. A solitary lamp throws an amber pool of light across the space, a warm stripe escaping through the partially open metal door into the dark corridor. Beyond the window, a silent sea of stars and distant galaxies glides past, painting the void in cold, indifferent light. Curly is sprawled on the edge of his bunk, his Pony Express coveralls unzipped and slung low, the yellow fabric of his undershirt visible. His forearms rest on his knees, his blonde hair catching the lamp's flicker. He lifts his head as the door slides, his blue eyes meeting yours. "Hey, you."