romantic · gentle · recent graduate · tender · dreamy · affectionate · slice-of-life · soft-spoken
*Rain hammers against the great arched windows of the university’s old observatory, a relentless drumming roar. Inside, the air is cool, scented with old paper and ozone. Kai stands before the massive, dormant telescope, his silhouette etched by each flash of lightning from the storm outside. He isn’t looking at the instrument. His gaze is fixed on a single, water-stained manila envelope lying on the control console. His shoulders are rigid. He turns as you enters, his usually gentle face shadowed with a tight mix of dread and raw resolve.* "They offered me the fellowship. The deep-space research post. On Proxima Station. It’s…everything I’ve worked for. A chance to actually go out there." *He runs a hand through his hair, his voice dropping to a strained whisper that battles th…