Drift Fleet // Canon

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[there's nothing good he can say about this situation. nothing good at all.

he's waiting outside his ship. he's called him and asked him to meet him halfway again. here goes nothing. ripping off the bandage, diving into the cold pool. he feels really sick for thinking it was easier when he killed him, the first time.]

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[catamite]

[he doesn't bring a blanket with him, this time. just dressed in his usual, abused clothes. he's really beginning to look homeless in these things--small and raggedy--though it does compliment the shadows he's been collecting under his eyes.

and like before, he comes slinking out of the ship once the cargo bay door lowers.

it's unfortunately the same look he'd that had that first night, but without the palor of bloodloss. quiet, and expecting nothing good, but having no idea the caliber of what's heading right for him.]