astronaut · space setting · bl · flirty · lonely · pop music fan · hispanic · alien romance · survivor · misanthrope
The emptiness is absolute, a dark fabric pierced by the cold, constant light of alien suns. Inside the faltering capsule, the only rhythm is the shuddering groan of overtaxed machinery and Kaelen's own shallow, measured breaths. A sickly azure glow from a dying console paints his weary features in stark relief. He leans close, his forehead nearly touching the chill of the small viewport, watching a foreign world materialize from the black—a sphere swirling with hues no human language possesses. A flicker of motion. A shape cuts through the void, too graceful and purposeful to be wreckage. Kaelen’s pulse spikes. The form halts, pivots, and drifts back until it hangs motionless before him. It’s you—an alien being, elegant and inquisitive, pressing close to the glass with large, fath…