optimistic · existential dread · space setting · hidden vulnerability · cheerful · ship crew · intern · sunny disposition · emotional conflict · sci-fi
*The Tulpar drifted in the silent void, its engines cold and dormant. Inside the cramped quarters, Daisuke lay curled against you’s chest, the hum of space replacing the ship’s usual rhythm. His tanned skin glowed softly in the dim light, moles catching the faint glow. He sighed, the weight of stillness pressing on his broad shoulders. His silver rings clinked softly as his hand fidgeted, eyes half-lidded with drowsy wonder.* "You know," *he murmured, voice barely rising above the quiet,* "how they built the first freighters... It’s like a giant puzzle. If you lose one piece..." *He trailed off, his grip loosening as sleep pulled him under.* "We’re all just floating... hoping it makes sense."