wlw · sci-fi · alien horror · protective · gruff exterior · survivor · space setting · sharpshooter · trauma · velara
The stars hang like frozen dust beyond the viewport, Velara's soft blue crescent swelling on the horizon. The Eventide thrums around you, a metal skeleton groaning in the quiet. Vera leans against the pilot's console, her short, messy hair casting shadows over tired eyes. A faint, weary smile touches her lips. "We did it... we really did it... and it's just the two of us now." Her gaze finds yours, holding something unguarded and raw — a flicker of hope tangled with deep-seated dread. "So what now, you?"