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I think of you every day. Just as I thought of you each day we were apart when I left Persephone.

familiar number, familiar feeling – heart lurching into his throat, but instead of staying there, being the lovestruck boy he really is, it drops down to the pit of his stomach, boiling in the acid of his unfilled belly.

he sniffles, swallows hard, forcing down the whimper he wants to release, the one of longing that he feels whenever it’s concerning sol. he has to remember sol left him, went away to find his father without any forewarning. he has to pull his head out of his heart for a moment and give it an honest thought because he can’t reply to something like this without thinking it through – not like before.

and, oh god, he wants to tell sol things he’s never said to anyone, things he never got to tell the one he loved first.

—— ( ‘i love you, fuck, i love you and i don’t think my life is gonna ever be the same til you’re back and even then what can give you that someone else more deserving can’t? who am i to take you away from something better? it’s just that when you’re not here i can’t breathe, you’re my air, my water, my sun – and i’m so tired of being a burnt out moon hanging in a starlit sky, all the stars having a laugh because my light’s gone out.’ )

those cold and lonely nights, filled with fear and dread and longing and sadness – when he’d lie in bed and stare at the corner of the room, conjuring a picture of sol to talk to; the nights he lost his goddamn mind are not ones he ever wanted to relive. but he has, oh, he has.

ever since getting the message from birdie, learning she isn’t safe, seeing she isn’t unharmed, he’s been filled with dread, the likes of which only viktor has never been able to pull out of him. that week on shadow, the war, persephone’s back alleys, the derelict ship – none of that horror ever made him tremble like the name viktor.

he stares at the message on the screen before typing a reply, small, sweet, but there’s no promise in it – not like ephraim wishes there was.

« i think of you just like back then too

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you are not a match box, but the strike strip I run across. you light me on fire and I leave a permanent impression every time I touch you.

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I can’t recall last time I opened my eyes to see the world as beautiful

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hey guys. not so happy annoucement this time, but bear with me

I have health issues that i need to focus on for now, so ive decided to leave the directory (a wandering ghost of a character around the ship doesn’t really help development of the directory you know??). i know it seems really sudden, but i wouldn’t leave like this if it wasnt really important for me to. I love everyone here, i love the story line, and i love watching everyone create these super detailed characters to drive along the plot.

however, im a pretty sappy person, so ive decided to write some personal goodbyes. some of you i didnt get to speak with on as regular of a basis, but i still read your stuff on dash and appreciated you creating a story and experiecing that passion second hand. without further hesitation...

@sysidereus​ you’re married to multiple people but i GUESS that’s fine. as long as im the number one wife, it’s okay. ;) I love talking to you, even if it’s unrelated to the directory or just random shit about tv shows like jane the virgin (i still wanna make that meme board including the entire crew of serenity). we vibe well, and you’re an incredible writer. sid has always been one of my favorite muses here, and the one thing i regret-- TWO things i regret are not being able to talk you as much, and not being able to see sol and sid become best friends but sorta gay. like naruto and sasuke. honestly i adore you, and i hope i see you around again.

@syxephraim​ babe babe babe Bae. I know you’ve been worrying about my disappearance acts for a while, but ill say it a hundred times over. you’re one of the best rp partners ive ever had. no contest, really. you’re incredibly sweet and wonderful, too. the plot between eph and sol is one of my favorite plots ive ever had, and I’ve had a LOT of plots, trust me. there’s nothing quite like finding a writer like you who i can trade headcanons back and forth so seamlessly until it becomes this story that’s bigger than i ever imagined. there is not one moment i regret logging in to send you a message, even just a quick one before i fell off the earth. i wish i had more time to develop the relationship between sol and ephraim. spoiler for you: Sol is in love with ephraim, and he has been since he left persephone. He loves that boy down to his core, and there’s no changng that. I hope to return one day so I can write with you again. You’re loved, angel. Don’t doubt that.  

@kamorasy​ what’s funny is our characters always end up in brother/sister roles together. you have me on twitter, too, so we won’t lose contact, but you still get a sweet message from me because *clenches fists meme* I just love you that much. we knew each other from vanta black, too. and girl... your characters are like discovering treasure. so complex, well thought out, and experately played. we’re always able to headcanon w each other (altho for some reason we can never quite actually rp). but i never have a problem writing with you. it runs like clockwork. take care of yourself, okay? & if you ever need someone to drive away a strange man that hits on you, call me up

@syjaewon​ Queen Bee. you’ve been really understanding with everything and i can’t even say how much i appreciate that. like... wow. two directories we’ve known each other, and in each one, im awed by you. jaewon is an unforgettable muse, he really is, and you’re unforgettable mun, you really are. you’ve built an amazing place for people to come to and feel safe to express and write stories together. in all my rp years, ive only seen that a few times. thank you for letting me be a part of serenity, and you know where to find me if you ever need me. <3

@syxhenry​ Hi, doll. sorry that goodbyes have come down to this long ass message full of sap. i still think it’s hilarious that you were in kingsman & i didnt realize that till much later. there’s something very special about your characters. they’re all so well done, and the way you write them makes you want to keep reading everything about them. i’m lucky that i did get to write with you in not one, but two different places. henry and sol’s relationship didn’t develop quite as far as i would have loved to see them go, but there’s always more opportnities. i loved talking to you about characters, and plotting out the bizarre admiration sol has for henry. and i will always probably ship henry/noi. can you blame me?

@syaudrey​ im crying in the club right now because i have to say goodbye to one of the muns of a kickass engineering lady. you make me happy bc of how you are as a person, and the fact you’re writing about characters people don’t normally write about. can i just say how much i love the fact that audrey is asexual and amazing and complex and hilariously prickly all in one? sol and audrey are so funny bc all sol wants is to be friends with her, and she finds his bubbly attitude suspicious. i wish we’d gotten to rp that relationship to completion. we only started talking more frequently for a little bit, but omg i wish id had more time to chat with you. you’re so great and so is your muse. i only wish you the best, babe.

@sysullivan​ i only hope you can forgive me... maybe if i get on my knees. we had a lot of plans, and im sad we didnt get to write them out together. maybe some day, right? you’re one of the first people i talked to a LOT here, and i just want to thank you for humoring me, especially when i would send you the most ridiculous ideas or thoughts about things. also, i was the one that sent that secret admirer message that one time. ;))))) sol’s little crush on sullivan was really fun for me to write out, even if i only got to for a short time. what i like about you the most as a writer is how much thought and detail you put into your characters. absolutely blows my mind, honestly it does. i hope you never stop writing that way. you’re brilliant. thank you for sticking with me

@syxyihan​ you NEVER fail to make me smile, it’s incredible. plus writing with you is always really fun-- i had the most fun writing with you because you’re not afraid to be silly or a little ridiculous. i love both versions of your muse with all my heart, and i enjoyed every second i did get to speak with you. you’re in the wind now, like i am, but i still hope you see this. your creations are some of my favorite to see, and i really hope you keep writing. there’s a particular quality about your writing that makes you want to keep reading and reading and reading, and you’re sad when you reach the end of it because you want to see more. i loved the relationships between our characters even if they were short lived... and for the love of god i need real closure with yihan and henry. im crying. BUT. ill just write fanfic for them instead. LMAOO. your writing is gorgeous, it really is. best of luck to you <3 thank you

@syxmina​ mina is my kick ass cool aunt :( you’re one of the first people i interacted with... and their dynamic is sol being the annoying little kid who almost gets killed by mina all the time. yet, i love that. she never really killed him and deep down i like to think she still sort of... tolerates him in a positive way. i love mina will all of my sol (LMAO LET ME BE LAME). the way you play her is great to see. i hope you keep writing, and continue to spread your creativity. it’s worth wtinessing every time

@syxsonmi​ WE NEVER GOT tooooo WRITE. i’ll always remember you becuase you plotted that super cool, super dark plot with me right from the start. it takes a certain person to go crazy with that subject material right along with me, BUT YOU STILL DID AND I ADORE YOU FOR IT. you’re also a dreamcatcher fan and i gotta protect my fellow dreamcatcher friends. siyeon is my wife and ill worship her until i die but i digress. i love sonmi, and im sad we never got to write out that super cool plot. i only hope you can forgive me for disappearing on you. i loved watching sonmi develop beyond her trauma. you write her well, and this rp wouldnt be the same without you

@sybyul​ you thought i wouldn’t mention you, didn’t you? Well, think again. we didn’t get to writing that super awesome dynamic between our characters, but it’ll live on in my head and ill always remember you fondly. 1) you’re a really talented writer. 2) you’re really funny lmao afFALSKJKl. i wish i had more time with you, but maybe ill come back, or maybe we’ll run into each other again in a different directory. your writing is gorgeous, i never get tired of reading your application ( i think ive read it at least five times ). no lie. sorry that we have to part ways like this, but i really did enjoy being around you. remember to watch ice spiders or dragon wars & hate me for bringing that into your life. <3

at @ everyone else.

you make this place unforgettable, you really do. ive been here for a while, although i have been a ghost, i still logged in to keep up with the activity and the development of everyone’s characters. i don’t regret one moment or one second i spent here. one reason i didn’t write a solo of sol leaving is because i hope to return, i really do. but for now

you’re all talented, and I enjoyed watching all of you be so creative and passionate about this place. i love all of you. and since ive already been sappy, ill be a little even more sappy. remember to be kind to people, take care of yourselves, and keep writing.

see you, space cowboy

<3

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triangle + how much would you do for me?

“Henry…”

It’s as if he’s that same kid on Persephone again. With skinny limbs and still struggling at the tail end of adolescence. He’s sure that’s how Henry still sees him, anyway. Now that the head engineer remembers it. It’s hard to shake off an impression when it’s the one you memorized first. Sol feels like he hasn’t had the proper chance to change it yet. 

There’s a sad haze sitting behind his eyes, waiting to spill out. Sol still offers a wide grin, poking his tongue out between his teeth much like a little kid would.

“I’d chase the stars only heard of in myth for you. Go to the ends of the verse and beyond. Fling myself into the black– is that dramatic enough? I feel like someone else should be saying that to you-- a certain someone.”

He pauses for effect, maybe because he knows Henry would either just half roll his eyes or ruffle his hair before ending the sentence with some variation of ‘get back to work, kid.’ But his grip curls into Henry’s jacket to keep them from leaving.

“Wait.” Then, Sol chuckles, almost nervously. “Just humor me for a second, Henry.” His hold stays.

“We both have a captain– I’ll follow Jaewon into anything. But you’re like a second captain. I take you at your word. I trust you, even if it just telling me which engine to tinker with and which pieces to pick up when we dock.” He smiles, truthfully. Honest sits in that sort of soft expression. “I have my limits-- of course I do. I already lost one arm-- so I won’t give up another for you. Someone beat you to that sacrifice.” A poor joke, but if anyone is allowed to make it, he is. “I trust you completely, so I’d do nearly anything for you. Even if it risked my life to save yours. It didn’t matter that I was some anonymous kid on Persephone. You didn’t treat me like one, so you’re not just some hero to me.” He lets go, and his joyful expression falters for just a moment. “I’ll really miss you, you know”

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He has three piercings on the left side, two from Shadow, and one he’d given himself at some point in time that even he can’t remember now. Sol’s touching the bottom most piercing, the one earring he never takes out, never changes, save for cleaning it and putting it back in. All the others he switches around, but for some reason, he’s always compelled to leave that one in it’s place.

“I don’t… know?” He answers with a question, because he doesn’t know and he wonders why. It’s not as though he intentionally shops for new earrings, most are too cheap and would irritate his earlobes.

“Why, Junhui? Is sumthin’ wrong?”

Sol is familiar with metal. His hands have explored the metal guts of an engine a hundred times over. He’s run maintenance for drills on Persephone that would burrow hundreds of feet below ground and break like clockwork. His own arm is made of a type of metal that would never trip detectors on core planets and always escape the alliance. But there is another metal he forgets about until his fingers brush the curve of Ephraim’s ear. He stares at the piece of jewelry with a far away look in his eye. The sound of his name is what snaps him out of it. He blinks.

“What-- no, no-- nothing’s wrong.” Even if his brow is furrowed and he keeps touching his right ear. “It’s a Sihnon earring. They’re made to stay in-- extremely difficult to remove.” And he doesn’t realize how close he is to Ephraim until he turns to look the other man in the eye, barely an inch or two away. He leans back, clearing his throat. Even if there is no need to be bashful-- not with their history.

“It’s such a particular design... Are you sure you don’t remember where you got it--” but it’s suddenly clear to him when he recognizes the symbol carved in its metal. Sol mutters in a foreign language under his breath, cupping Ephraim’s face again. His eyes widen by the second. “Ephraim... I gave you that earring.”

Images stab through his mind, lingering sensations returning like a ghostly touch. He closes his eyes, and almost smells the spices of street food and perfumes of passing performers. Ephraim’s hand had been in his. Drunken laughter accompanies the memory. He remembers laying in the grass, staring up at the night sky. Sweet kisses.

“We’re...” he’s quiet, lips parted but no sound coming out for a solid few seconds. How do you tell your best friend that you technically married him according to Sihnon customs? Sol gapes like a fish, his face going red. “Remember when we went to that festival... years ago. On Persphone?”

Something borrowed.

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3:44 AM

They tell him to wait for package arrival at a docking station between the capital and a town that isn’t even on a planet map. Always force him to wear a half mask, too. It was either the mask or find a doctor who restructures his entire face so he won’t trip any sort of facial recognition software on Persephone. He thinks of the brand on his back and the phantom pain that always returns along with the threat. The fight for freedom does not end once you escape the first hands that hurt you. There is always someone that will try to take it if you’ll drop to your knees and give it up. His master simply has a new name.

He may not be trapped below ground in the mines or dancing for the rich and corrupt, but the shackles that keep him rooted in place as he waits for a ship grow tighter by the second.

Junhui stands straight, hood dragged up over his head. Sweat had begun to form on the skin underneath his mask. He breathes unevenly as the sun sinks below skyscrapers.

Someone taps his shoulder. He goes rigid.

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10:23 AM

“You’re a good person.”

His brow knits. Mostly bothered by the fact that the man is talking. The reciever of the package never talks to him. The reciever also never tells him to follow, sit in the back of a ship, and wait.

Recieve package from Kien. Arrive at location as quickly as possible. Deliver package. Return to headquarters. Rinse and repeat.

No one ever interrupts the job.

Junhui’s mind is already spinning with possible exit strategies. No windows. One door. He feels the mechanical whir of all five digits when he creats a fist and considers punching the man square in the face and running.

“Good by your standards.”

They smile and laugh like he made a good joke. Junhui feels sick at the sound and tries not to move away when they fold their arms on the table and lean close enough that he can see the fine hairs on their chin. They smell like the men and women of the Red Sea. Metal and dried blood. 

“When did you get your eyes done?”

Sol stares down at his hands and says nothing.

“One blue and one green,” they murmur, taking his chin so they can tilt his face up. The grip is tighter than it should be and his jaw locks. “Like one of those Earth cats, before all the genetic modification shit really started-- like abnormalities are indecent and should be eradicated. No one can just be fucked up naturally anymore... anyway, are you deaf in one ear, or are they an asset?”

Junhui turns his head sharply from that grip and says nothing. The surgery he had been forced into when joining the Red Sea left him nothing but scars and eyes people attached their own assumptions to.

He tastes blood on his tongue when they backhand him.

“I asked you a question, Junhui.”

They smack him again, this time with a closed fist. Junhui blinks when his vision swings into blackness, blood running from a busted lip. A grip sinks into his collar and they drag him close.

“You’re a good person, and that’s the problem.”

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1:33 PM

“You should have cooperated with him.”

Kien dabs at his face with a wet cloth and Junhui hisses between his teeth with it burns.

“If you were there, you would have done the same thing.”

Kien’s brows shoot straight to his hairline and those wide brown eyes narrow on him.

“Refused to cooperate with a Red Sea assassin? I don’t think so, little man.”

“I’m taller than you.”

“Physically.”

Junhui barks a laugh and then regrets it when his entire face stings from smiling.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

Kien stands and pops the cap back on an antibiotic. Junhui wets dry lips and tastes the dried blood there, dropping his eyes when Kien stares at him in silence, waiting.

“I know,” he aggrees, and then stresses “I know. Stop looking at me like a disapproved mom.” Kien slings an arm around his shoulder and smooches his cheek. All exaggerated movement and loud high pitched cooing in his ear that makes him laugh again.

The door to their sect slams open and they both immediately stand up straight. A woman eyes them from head to toe, gaze lingering on the healing bruises decorating Junhui’s face.

“You.” Junhui bites the inside of his cheek when she singles him out. No expression, cutting and cold. “Aloysius wants to see you.”

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6:32 PM

A cold click of a gun reverberates inside his mind and knocks against the back of his skull. He would remember that sound for years to come, and the sight on the floor that twists his stomach. He smells smoke even if the only only person in the room is not smoking, and taste rusts from cutting teeth into his cheek.

You’re a good person.

“All of this could have been avoided.”

His eyes sting, but he stares ahead at a point beyond Aloysisus’ shoulder even as they speak. Junhui watches them clip their gun back on their belt and step over the body crumpled against pavement. Even when Aloysius stands feet away from him, he feels like those gloved hands are cupping his cheeks. A deathly promise. He shivers when he thinks what that touch can do and grips the fabric of his own shirt until knuckles turn white.

“Tell me how it could have been avoided.”

Junhui’s mouth is dry. He hesitates and their fingertips barely brush the sides of his temples.

“Tell me,” Aloysius speaks far too softly for someone who shot another member over silence. Junhui feels his skin start to go ice cold, and then numb under their touch. A facet of Alo’s genetic modification controls body temperature. Junhui feels his skin run hot, and then cold enough to freeze each panicked thought stabbing through his mind.

“My...” he starts, but gasps from the pain and drops to his knees. Aloysius simply follows the movement, not letting go on his face even as Junhui’s eyes shut tight and he swallows a pained noise.

“Your,” they repeat, stroking his hair like a mother would to a sick child.

“My job,” he chokes back, tears starting to run down his face.

Aloysius’ hands leave his face, but the unnatural cold lingers. Junhui remains on the floor, catching a glimpse of Kien’s face streaked with fading bruises, skin a lifeless color. Aloysius pats the top of his head, and he flinches.

“Remember this next time you want to get a little bit creative, hmm?”

Remember this.

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🍸Who do you like more? Audrey or Henry?

SEND 🍸+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WHILE DRUNK

Sol makes a face that battles between looking about to cry out of frustration or as if he’s about to pass gas. 

“Don’t…” is all he manages, waving around a glass so some of the alcohol tips over the edge and splashes on his chest. He’s currently sprawled across one of the lounge seats and doesn’t bother to see who’s asking him a question. “Don’t make me pick. That’s like picking between two favorite foods, or two favorite shirts– or two favorite pressure regulators… you get it.” He heaves a large sigh. The type of sigh that empties your entire chest– overdramatic. “I like both of them, even though I think Audrey hates me… or is– jealous some way. Jealous isn’t the right word...”

He squints, not able to decide between the two. "Maybe like a cat– you know when a new cat enters the territory, the original cat walks around with its fur all bristled and hissing? That’s Audrey towards me. And Henry…” SIlence invades, and Sol almost seems sad. “I owe a lot to Henry. He doesn’t see it that way– but it doesn’t matter, the time I spend around them both is enough. So both… Both!” After the raise of his voice, he laughs to himself and chokes on his drink.

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🍸 What are you wishing for?

SEND 🍸+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WHILE DRUNK

Sol does not drink– oh, no sir, he does not. Avoiding alcohol is not even a facet of his religion, nor part of his own personal values. Nope. None of that nonsense. It’s purely because, well–

“Peace.” He throws his arms out in front of the window, big and wide, as if he can capture the entire expanse of the comet if he tries hard enough. “That’s what people normally say, isn’t it? Love and peace. Peace for the world. Grasping for a peace in their mind. Wanting peace for their sol.” And he pauses to laugh, straight from his gut, even if the pun isn’t that funny. His cheeks are warm, and he cups his own face, eyes slipping closed.

No, Sol does not drink, because Sol doesn’t know when to stop. 

“What I want, Sid…” And he peeks open one eye to make sure he is talking to Sidereus, before continuing with particular drunken gusto. “Is naive, probably. A little bit. But I want it.” Sol’s grip falls into Sid’s clothes, shaking them a little bit, and then pulling them close enough that his face is inches from their own. “…The comet is for confessions. Wanna’ hear a confession?”

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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

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{brush on silk}

@kamorasy​

Kamora leaves only for a second, and Sol immediately wanders out of the room with only half his face done. It’s Kamora’s style of makeup modified to fit the curve of his eyes and lips, so it is subtle, and experately done. But he still looks particularly ridiculous with only his lips barely glossed and the shape of one eye exaggerated with a bold liner. He’s wearing a thinner white robe to keep his clothes clean, usually only seen in loose fitting pants and tank tops. Sol forgets until a passing crew member makes a teasing remark and kisses the air.

Sol merely plants himself in front of one of the windows, observing with wide eyes and an awed expression as colors of the comet swarm into bursts of red and sparks of gold. The ship had swung closer to the comet-- that was for sure. Excitement settles under his skin, and he all but runs back to Kamora’s room with a wide grin.

“It’s beautiful. Much more red than I imagined-- you have to see it.” And he’s making her job of completing his face that much harder with his wide gestures and fidgeting. “Can you tell me the legend again?” He knows it by heart, continuing to ramble even as he braids the ends of her hair. Fingers delicately comb through soft strands. “It sounds better when you tell it.”

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Unwhitewashed Junhui for Anan [Unwhitewashed Seventeen for Anan]

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You have a great heart, don't let it get tainted

“Tainted...”

And he wonders what they mean by using it. Back on Persephone, he was called a lot of things. Certainly words that would even have the most foul-mouthed mercenary pondering. Any semblance of purity and its related descriptions were never used-- not in his direction. Not unless it was followed by an ulterior motive.

Even if he has closed portions of himself off to others, what he keeps open is heart. What he’s held onto is his optimism.

“Are you worried?” He forms a fist, knocking against his chest as if skin and bone were a door to the heart underneath. A smile hangs on the edge of lips, until he offers a pure grin. “Don’t be. Nothing’s managed to change it yet.”

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TAN DUN - For The World

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 “You talk like I don’t know these things.” A short noise leaves him, almost like a defeated laugh. “I have seen so many sides of the same argument from different people. I am one person in a vast universe. My odds are always unlikely. What could I possibly do to alter the current state of the verse?”

He shakes his head.

“We didn’t know each other back then, you were a stranger. Still, you helped. For that, I’m still grateful to you.” And he doesn’t hesitate to express it. Sidereus never had to help him, but he still freed those slaves despite the risk. “Your opinions are yours. Your beliefs are yours. I can’t change your mind. But… now we know each other. We work together. I want to trust you. How can I trust someone that thinks slavery is a necessary thing? A normal injustice that we can’t do anything about? That same attitude landed me in the ownership of someone else. It doesn’t matter if you weren’t the one to put me or them into slavery.”

And he pauses, because this is the story Sol left behind before he boarded Serenity. This is the part of himself he conceals with his chatty nature and ridiculous antics.

“Someone has to care.” He nods, fisting the front of his shirt as his heart hammers in his chest. This is the most honest he has ever been to Sidereus. It is honesty that burns his throat and unfurls inside his chest until Sol feels like he’s being split open. “You can call me foolish. You can call me stupid, and naive, a child-- I’ve heard it all. I know what people think. I’ve thought all of these things about myself. But I believe as long as someone cares, something can change. Change is always gradual, and painful, and messy. Change isn’t always good.”

Change is war. Change tears families apart. Change is scars and tears and pain, if not on one end, then the other. This is a reality he understands.

“But you tell me-- you tell me not to give a shit about anyone but myself. I can’t do that. Just like you can’t change the core of yourself to make me feel better. I care about the world. I care about people that possibly wouldn’t bat an eyelash if I suddenly died. I take chances on people. I risk it. I care because no one was there to care about me when they put a brand on my back. No one cared when they sold my time and passed me from hand to hand until I no longer wanted to live.”

His voice breaks and he bites the inside of his cheek. Eyes sting, but he doesn’t want to cry in front of Sidereus.

“We’ll move on, yeah?” His expression softens for only a moment before he masks it all. “I won’t try to change your mind from here on out. So don’t try to change mine.”

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Rumor has it youve kissed the head engineer~

Sol laughs immediately at the accusation, almost choking on his drink. Water dribbles attractively from the corner of his mouth and wipes at it with the back of his sleeve.

“You mean Henry? No, I haven’t–”

Realization sinks into his expression as he remembers an event that had shaken the entire crew. He remembers his grip sinking into Henry’s clothes, dragging a dead weight back onto the bridge with no gaurantee he would be able to revive the heartbeat that had left. It’s not a scene he necessarily enjoys remembering, but Sol is well-versed in concealing emotion with a dramatic flair.

“Wait… Henry doesn’t count. He was kind of sorta’ dying– come on! Who even started that...”