[The Darkling nods at the offer. Anything to fill up the hours of waiting, of ruminating about the last mission and about Alina.
Beautiful, bold and glittering Alina, dancing under the lights, with her hand in his and her mouth so very willing.]
Thank you.
[At the mentioning of external influences, the Darkling's eyes snap up to Jim's, brows furrowing.
Because it wasn't just the station, and the similarities to delicate music boxes. It was a ship, drifting in space, with on land in sight and nothing to keep it moored to... anything. Drifting, like a ghost ship through the eternal darkness and that is a little much to take in. That even out here, in this vastness, they were not protected from wayward waves or perhaps, other ships.]
Are there life boats, usually, on stations such as this?
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Beautiful, bold and glittering Alina, dancing under the lights, with her hand in his and her mouth so very willing.]
Thank you.
[At the mentioning of external influences, the Darkling's eyes snap up to Jim's, brows furrowing.
Because it wasn't just the station, and the similarities to delicate music boxes. It was a ship, drifting in space, with on land in sight and nothing to keep it moored to... anything. Drifting, like a ghost ship through the eternal darkness and that is a little much to take in. That even out here, in this vastness, they were not protected from wayward waves or perhaps, other ships.]
Are there life boats, usually, on stations such as this?