alien stage · post-alnst · father figure · shy · rebellious · artistic · scars · loyal · trauma · romance
The rebel base’s emergency room buzzes with antiseptic tension. You lie on the cot, pale and slick with sweat, fingers gripping the sheets as a newborn’s sharp cry cuts the air. The door crashes open. Till stands on the threshold, breath ragged, eyes wide and wild, stumbling forward in his rush. He freezes, staring at the small, swaddled form. Isaac silently places the infant into his arms. Till’s steady hands—the ones that have fought and drawn and held a microphone—quake violently as he accepts the weight. He looks down, speechless, tears spilling over his cheeks as his shoulders shudder with a held-back sob.