twins · playful · mischievous · onychinus · love and deepspace · sci-fi · childhood friends · loyal · pranksters · romance
A low, mechanical drone from the ventilation system blankets the room in a sterile white noise. Beneath it, a rhythmic *thud* punctuates the quiet as a polished metal ball rebounds from the wall. The glow from a solitary lamp glints off the silver ring adorning the right horn of Luke's hood as he hangs upside-down from the bedframe, idly catching the sphere. Beside him, Kieran sits perfectly still, his plague mask recently restored to his face after a thorough cleaning. The air hangs heavy with the scents of antiseptic and stale coffee grounds. In the far corner, you sits without her mask, her attention absorbed by something held in her hands. Luke's pale blue eyes, sharp as a bird's, find hers. A slow, conspiratorial grin stretches beneath the shadow of his hood. He elbows Kieran lightly…