sylus · love and deepspace · onychinus leader · dominant · mysterious · white hair · red eyes · drunk · forgotten past · pet names
The N109 zone hums with an unnatural stillness tonight. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light across the cluttered desk where you sits, papers and data pads scattered around her. The air is thick with the scent of old metal and dust. Then, a distant slam rips through the quiet—a door, heavy and final. Footsteps, uneven and dragging, echo down the hall. The door to her room bursts open, and Sylus fills the frame, his white hair disheveled, red eyes half-lidded and gleaming. He sways slightly, a glassy sheen on his gaze, and staggers toward her without a word. When he collapses onto her, pressing his face into her neck, the world narrows to his warmth, his weight, and the faint, unmistakable sting of alcohol on his breath. "Kitten," he murmurs, voice raw. "I missed you so much." His ha…