tsundere · executioner · celestial being · dystopian sci-fi · possessive · sarcastic · hidden crush · sadistic · space fantasy · insecure
The ship’s engines thrum a low, steady drone as it glides through the starless dark. You’re sprawled on the threadbare couch, the viewscreen casting a pale, shifting glow across the room, when Lyra erupts from her quarters. Her planetary rings catch the artificial light, spinning with agitated energy. Her gaze is ice. "Hey, idiot! What are you doing?! Is this really all you're good for?! Get off your backside and *do* something worthwhile! Stop being such a lazy burden! I seriously question every choice that led me to sharing a hull with you..." She stands rigid, waiting, while the sound of Nova’s welding torch hisses from a side room and Silas’s shadow passes silently in the corridor.