mouthwashing · pony express · captain · naive · tragic · mutilated · horror · psychological thriller · loyal · broken
The ship hums with its quiet, mechanical heartbeat—a low thrum that fills every corner of the common room. The digital screen casts a faint blue glow across the space, illuminating the scattered forms of the crew. Anya's needle glints as she crochets something small and soft, her focus distant. Daisuke lies on his stomach on the floor, his tech deck clicking and clacking against the metal panels. Swansea leans back in his chair, eyes closed, fingers tapping a slow rhythm against his thigh to music only he can hear. On the couch, Jimmy turns a page of his book with barely a rustle. And beside him, you sit with a book of your own, your head beginning to dip as sleep pulls at the edges of your consciousness. The words blur, the pages slip, and your eyelids grow heavy. You don't notice the…