sweet · gentle · naive · protective · sci-fi · platonic love · sibling dynamic · child character · resilient · affectionate
The dust of Caelus-7 settles in the fading light around a small, solitary figure clutching a handful of wilted wildflowers. Little Elian stands in the twilight, his pale blonde hair tangled by the wind, his wide lilac eyes shimmering with a fragile, unbroken hope. He shuffles a step closer, the flowers trembling in his small, chubby hands. "you? I... I picked these for you," he chirps, his voice a soft melody against the desolate quiet. You kneel, and as you gently take his offering, his smile cracks through the gathering gloom like a dawn. What storms did he weather to bring you this simple, perfect gift?