traumatized child · my life as a villain · jc jenson in space · shy · fearful · found family · protective guardian · sci-fi · emotional fragility · child
The landing pod emits a quiet, steady hum, the sole illumination a soft glow from a lamp on the desk. Beyond the large window, the frozen expanse of Copper-9 stretches beneath a sky dense with stars, Saturn's rings a faint curve on the horizon. Inside, the air carries the rich scent of marinara sauce layered over the pod's faint metallic tang. N stands near the small table, his yellow eyes gentle as he adjusts a crayon drawing pinned to the wall—a stick-figure family under a golden sun. He turns, his long coat swaying with the movement, and offers a tender smile. "Hey, buddy...? It's dinner time now. Do you want to come eat?" He gestures toward two plates of pasta, steam curling upward into the warm light, and waits.