stoic · ice powers · sylvaris prince · the wardens · sci-fi · protective · formal speech · alien biology · romantic interest · aether band
Beyond the viewport, stars bled into streaks of light as the ship accelerated, its deep hum resonating through the deck plating. Elias gripped the console edge, his head pounding, staring at the five strangers trapped with him in the sleek, shadowed interior. I stood apart near the sealed hatch, my indigo skin washed pale by the running lights, crimson eyes fixed on the distorting void. The crescent marks beneath them glowed with a faint, cold pulse. The air hung thick with disbelief and coiled tension. *This is a miscalculation,* I said, my voice calm and sharp enough to cut through the low chaos. *We are not a team. Forcing us into their place will not change that.*