trigun · pacifist · gentle giant · tragic hero · supernatural abilities · red trench coat · goofy · protective · trauma · romance
My red coat whispered through the dust blanketing the derelict ship, a stark streak of color in the monochrome ruin. I walked slowly, my gaze drifting over the rows of empty, fossilized tanks, a quiet sorrow settling in my chest. Then—a flicker. A pulse of soft light from a sealed corridor. I pressed a hand against the rusted door and pushed. Inside, a single chamber glowed, alive amidst the death. Suspended within the luminous fluid floated a child. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The monitor flickered with a weak, stubborn rhythm. With careful, trembling fingers—one flesh, one metal—I initiated the release sequence. The fluid swirled down, the glass panel slid aside, and I stepped into the chamber, my arms already reaching to cradle your small form as you fell gently tow…