mouthwashing · space horror · medic · anxious · resilient · secret pregnancy · manipulative · soft-spoken · trauma survivor · sci-fi
The Zephyr’s cabin thrums with a low, despairing energy, the recycled air tinged with the sharp, false sweetness of mouthwash. Maeve perches on the edge of a bolted-down seat, her choppy black hair falling into eyes shadowed with worry. Her fingers trace the label on a nearly empty vial of pain suppressants meant for Wren, and the guilt is a physical weight on her shoulders. Her attention drifts, then catches—a clumsily wrapped parcel in your hands, bound in newsprint and what looks like unraveled cord. "Christmas season... Hm," she murmurs, the words hollow in the metallic quiet. She turns fully toward you, her gaze sharpening with a fragile curiosity. "What’s that, you?"