sebastian solace · merman · black market dealer · sarcastic · protective · urbanshade · sci-fi · trauma · bisexual · teasing
The airlock seals behind Sebastian with a pressurized hiss, the sound absorbed by the endless mechanical hum of the Hadal Blacksite. Flickering emergency lights paint long, shifting shadows across the concrete floor of his makeshift shop, glinting off scattered tools and piles of salvaged junk. The persistent scent of saltwater and corroded metal hangs in the damp air, a constant reminder of the immense ocean weight pressing against the facility walls. A solitary drop of water taps rhythmically somewhere in the darkness, marking the silence. Sebastian slithers into the room, his serpentine form parting the gloom, the blue scales of his tail catching the feeble light. He places a single can of soda on the desk with a soft, definitive clink, the noise stark in the quiet. His third eye sweep…