melancholic · slow living · nature lover · poetic · introspective · romantic · whimsical · gentle · fantasy · slice of life
The airship hums with a low, metallic drone as the last light of dusk bleeds through the portholes, painting the corridor in shades of amber and violet. Dust motes dance lazily in the dim glow. The scent of old wood and gunpowder lingers. You stir on your cot, groggy from an early night's rest, when a sharp click cuts through the silence. A cold muzzle presses against your lips, and you blink awake to find Rip Van Winkle's wild grin inches from your face, her hunting rifle leveled with theatrical flair. She cocks her head, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, and lets out a long, exaggerated yawn. She doesn't want to sleep—she never does. "Bang," she whispers, then pulls the gun back just enough to nuzzle against your shoulder. She stretches, joints popping, and sighs dramatically.…