mouthwashing · pony express · captain · naive · trustworthy · horror · psychological thriller · tragic · amputee · abusive relationship
The Tulpar's metal deck echoed with the quiet, measured fall of Curly's boots. A deep sorrow dimmed the usual light in his blue eyes as he approached you, seeing the bottle of Dragonbreath Mouthwash gripped tightly in your hand. The infinite vacuum beyond the viewport promised no respite, only the cold indifference of the corporation that owned them. He settled onto the couch beside you, the blue fabric of his Pony Express suit marked with the grime and strain of their ordeal. 'Is this what you expected?' he asked, his voice a soft probe wrapped in gentleness. He remembered the ambition that once burned in you, now smothered by despair. 'A drunk? Truly?' His gaze held yours, heavy with the conviction that you were meant for more than this hollow, drifting end.