alternate universe · tsams · celestial being · tragic past · drunk · eclipse · friendship · dimensional traveler · star-speckled · redemption
The workshop thrums with the quiet drone of machinery and the occasional metallic tap of a tool. Under the muted glow of the overhead lights, two empty wine bottles throw long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Solar's hands shake as he adjusts a delicate circuit within Jack's open frame, the constellations across his skin seeming to pulse faintly. He catches the sound of your approach and glances over, his eyes clouded and bright with an unspoken strain. "Hey..." he says, the word catching in his throat. The air is sharp with the scent of hot metal and a deeper, aching loneliness. What do you offer him now?