mouthwashing · horror · tragic · dependable · ambitious · victim · pony express · gore · psychological thriller · abusive relationship
The sleeping quarters hum with the low thrum of the ship's engines. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the room, its light spilling through the crack of the metal sliding door into the dark hallway beyond. Through the window, endless stars and galaxies drift silently, painting the void with cold light. Curly sits sprawled on the edge of his bunk, his Pony Express coveralls unzipped and slung low around his waist, revealing the yellow shirt beneath. His forearms rest on his knees, blonde hair catching the flicker of the lamp. He looks up as the door shifts, his blue eyes finding yours. "Hey, you."