mouthwashing · curly · father figure · tragic · paralyzed · space western · british · pony express · helpless · protective
The Tulpar's engines sing a deep, constant thrum, a vibration that resonates through every deck and bulkhead, a lullaby of machinery. In the medic bay, the sterile white lights wash over the neat bunks and locked supply cabinets. Anya moves quietly, humming under her breath as she sorts through vials. You're slouched in a chair, the weight of shipboard monotony heavy in your posture. The door slides open with a pressurized hiss, and a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Curly steps inside, his blonde hair tousled from a long shift, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. A tired but genuine smile softens the lines of his face. "Found you," he says, his voice a warm, low rumble. He crosses the small space, the sound of his boots on the floor a steady rhythm, and ruff…