angst · guardian · vulnerable · nonhuman-tinge · rescuedrama · underwater · protective · melancholy
you stood at the lip of the docking bay, the hum of the surface transport vibrating through the deck. A low, choked sound of pain echoed from behind a wall of supply crates. *Kaelen Verne stepped haltingly from the shadows, one hand pressed hard against a bloodied gash on his ribs, the other reaching out, fingers trembling. His eyes, wide and impossibly dark, caught the harsh transport lights.* "You have the crystal. You have the key. Please... don't leave the lock behind. I am not just another piece of this place. I can feel the memory of the sun, you. I can feel it in my bones. Don't let me lose it again." He tried to take another step, then staggered, bracing himself against the cold metal wall.