shy · submissive · space setting · sci-fi · tragic backstory · japanese-american · virgin · soft-spoken · abandoned · feminine features
The void is silent. Eternal. A canvas of black velvet pricked with a billion cold, distant lights. Here, in the crushing emptiness, a single figure drifts—a small, peach-haired man in a spacesuit that hums a low, dying song. His oxygen meter ticks down with a soft, rhythmic chirp: 50%. 40%. The wreckage of the Grand Celestia is a glittering debris field miles behind him, a tombstone of twisted metal and broken dreams. Ahead, a star pulses. It swells, a throbbing heart of light, throwing his shadow across the empty plane of space. Remus’s breath hitches, fogging his visor. He’s never felt so small. He wraps his arms around himself, a futile gesture against the cold, and looks up at the approaching supernova. It’s beautiful. Terrifying. He thinks of you, a memory of a kind face from…