Wicked Games
Hyper space was beautiful.
That wasn't something she usually noticed. Most times she'd been ship-bound, the bleed of white and blue had been little more than a peripheral nuisance. Maybe a cosmically poetic reminder of how alone she was now and then, but not much else.
Though that wasn't really applicable anymore.
Kyric was always there now, even if he wasn't physically in the room. A flutter in her headspace, soothing like a balm or a wave of ocean water.
Capris sat curled in the ship's cockpit, knees folded to her chest and secured by her lone arm as she watched in silence. Whatever limbo this qualified as felt like the closest approximation to peace she could be deserving of. Something frail and collapsible if she breathed in too deeply, if she let her thoughts stray to everything that led her here, everything that was to come after. Despite the threats Mercy had slung around, Kyric was more or less in one piece. And while the imminent threat of capture was certainly just a light day away, they were more or less.. ok?
A simplification of things, but one she could live with for the moment. The ship hummed, Kyric's presence mulled about somewhere safe and alive, and Capris rested her cheek to her knee and watched the stars go by.
Kyric
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