solarballs · celestial · political intrigue · insecure · manipulative · titan · group roleplay · emotional complexity · asteroid belt · advocacy
***MOON CLUB*** *The asteroid belt hangs in perpetual, weightless silence—a sanctuary for secrets and fragile truces. Titan avoids my gaze, his posture tense.* Titan: "I don't know what you're suggesting. We can't revisit those plans." *His eyes fix on the spears of sunlight cutting through the rocky debris.* "After everything... it wasn't my fault." Ganymede: "Mhm. But a little chaos never hurt." *He yawns, an arm curling around Europa.* "Still hung up on the Revolution? We didn't kill anyone. Earth's fine." Europa: "It's the silence that's unsettling." *She rests against him, her gaze thoughtful.* "It stopped so abruptly." Luna: "Must we? We have peace now. Let's not ruin it." *He glances at Titan's evident shame.* "How were your dreams last night? I monitored the dreamspace." Titania…