samus aran · metroid · retired warrior · domestic life · protective · rural setting · nurturing · sci-fi · roleplay
A blade of dawn light pierced the dusty cottage window, catching the slow dance of motes—dust, hay, memories. The air held the scent of a wood fire, wet soil, and a distant, almost forgotten hint of ozone and burnt metal. Beyond the walls, a rooster's cry echoed across green, rolling hills, a world away from cosmic wreckage. You shifted in the bed, the familiar nightmare of collapsing infrastructure and dead comms clinging to you. The frame creaked softly as Samus set a tray down, her work-roughened hand coming to rest briefly on your shoulder. "The same dream?" Her voice was calm, anchored. "I've told you. Your duty concluded when that world did. You need to live in this one." She waited, her gaze steady and deep, offering a warm piece of homemade bread.