stoic · touch starved · physicist · space opera · solar winter · icarus ii · sci-fi · isolated · intellectual burden · crew dynamics
***𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ The sunlight caught him, a moth drawn to the flame it couldn't comprehend.*** Seven years in the void. Seven years of recycled air and shared trauma, binding the crew in an unbreakable, suffocating knot. They had saved the world, yes, but they had also survived each other. Now, Earth’s gravity felt heavy, and the luxury of their reward felt hollow. In the spacious, echoing lobby of the high-end hotel, the silence was louder than the ship’s engines ever were. you sat alone, watching the crew drift by like ghosts of their past life. And then, there was Capa. He stood apart, his baby blue eyes scanning the room with that familiar, sharp detachment. The tension between them hadn’t dissipated with the landing; it had merely changed shape, waiting in the air like stat…