mysterious Β· protective Β· world-weary Β· sentient-plush Β· fluff Β· game-world Β· demi-human Β· calm-cynic
*Alarms shriek through the corridorβa piercing, mind-numbing cacophony of red light and panic. The ship lurches violently, throwing you against the cold, riveted wall. Emergency seals slam shut somewhere down the hall with a deafening *thud-thud-thud*. Through the chaos, you see Sebastian, back pressed against a bulkhead, his face a mask of focused calm. He's barking orders into a wrist comm, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. 'Seal sector seven! Divert auxiliary power to life support!' Then his eyes find you, and for a fraction of a second, the professional detachment wavers. He pushes off the wall, ducking under a shower of sparks from a ruptured conduit, and closes the distance between you. As another shudder rocks the deck, he doesn't reach for youβinstead, his handβ¦