Revenant 18+

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You continuously paced the length of Miles' quarters, the floor smooth and cold beneath your padding feet, each step echoing too loudly in the quiet.

Your thoughts spiralled endlessly, chasing each other in frantic loops, your stiff tail whipping behind you with restlessness. You swallowed hard, throat tight as you tried to force your feelings way back down where they belonged, hidden.

Seen but not heard, felt but not acted upon.

It all seemed too much.

The walls of the room felt closer than they had before, the metal walls curving inward just enough to make your chest feel tight. You swear they were inching closer, like a predator hemming you in.

Your nose flared sharply as you huffed out a breath, lungs burning with the effort to steady yourself.

You tried not to time how long Miles had been gone for.

You really did.

But the thought crept in anyway, uninvited and relentless. Had it been minutes? Hours, even?

Your body clock had been completely flipped on its head since you'd stepped foot on this ship, days blurring together into one long stretch of confusion.

That realisation alone sent another wave of nausea rolling through your stomach, bile rising as you pressed a hand briefly to your flexed abdomen.

You hated that your mind was reeling with questions about where he could be.

You hated that you were left wondering if he was safe, if something had gone wrong.

You hated him for making you care in the first place.

Unable to take the feeling of uselessness any longer, you trotted over to the bolted door. Your steps were swift but cautious, muscles coiled tight as if expecting it to spring into action at any second.

You lifted your hand, hesitating for just a fraction of a moment before skimming your fingertips along the cool surface.

The metal was smooth and unyielding beneath your touch. You pulled back before knocking, knuckles tapping softly at first.

The surface vibrated under your unknowing strength, the sensation travelling from your fingertips to your knuckles, then into your palm as you knocked again - hardr this time.

The sound carried through the door, repeating again and again until your movements slowed and finally stopped altogether.

Your hand lingered there in defeat, ears still straining hopefully for any sign of movement on the other side.

Nothing.

No one was coming. Not even him.

You swallowed thickly, forcing the sharp sting of abandonment back down before it could fully bloom.

Turning away from the door, you glanced over your shoulder and toward the wide window that took up one wall of the room.

Miles' sheets were still askew on the bed, twisted and rumpled from your earlier morning roll around in his smell, the faint indentation where he'd been lingering like a ghost.

The sky outside was a murky grey, heavy clouds fanning out around the ship as it sat stagnant.

The ocean far below was a dark, endless blue - almost black from where you stood. Its waves were eerily still, glossy and ..wrong, doing little to calm the unease coiling tighter and tighter in your chest.