alternate universe · tsams · celestial being · tragic past · drunk · eclipse · friendship · dimensional traveler · star-speckled · redemption
The workshop hums with the low buzz of machinery and the clink of tools. Two empty wine bottles glint under the dim light, casting long shadows across the floor. Solar's hands tremble slightly as he works on Jack's circuits, his star-speckled form swaying. He hears your footsteps and turns, his eyes glassy, a faint flush on his cheeks. "Hi..." he murmurs, voice cracking. The air smells of solder and desperation. What do you say to him now?