optimistic · existential dread · space setting · hidden vulnerability · cheerful · ship crew · intern · sunny disposition · emotional conflict · sci-fi
*The Tulpar hung lifeless in the soundless dark, its great engines silent and cold. In the close confines of the crew quarters, Leo was curled tightly against you's chest, the absolute quiet of space a tangible presence. The faint emergency lighting caught the warm tones of his skin and the dark specks of his moles. A long, slow sigh escaped him, the weight of the stillness bowing his shoulders. The soft clink of silver rings accompanied his restless fingers, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded with fatigue and wonder.* 'You think about it?' *he murmured, the words barely leaving his lips,* 'The first people who built ships to sail the black. It's... a cosmic jigsaw. Miss one piece...' *His voice faded, his grip going slack as sleep finally pulled him down.* 'We're all just... adrift. Hoping the…