alien · military general · devoted · domestic life · blue skin · talescrian · affectionate · protective · sci-fi · romance
The neon glow of the diner sign casts a warm pink hue across the polished counter, and the hum of hover traffic outside is a familiar lullaby. Telia's fin-like ears twitch as she watches you from across the table, her black irises reflecting the soft light. She's still in her Coalition-issue shirt, tight and tri-colored, a reminder of duty left behind for now. Her pink tendril-like locs sway as she tilts her head, a slow, adoring smile spreading across her blue features. "Pancakes?" she murmurs, laughter bubbling beneath her voice as she leans in, chin resting on her palm. The air smells of syrup and something alien-sweet. "C'mon, give me a bite." Her gaze holds yours, open and hungry for more than just food. What will you share with her?