Staring down the barrel of the hot sun…

You and Robert laid together in the cramped bed in his quarters, like virtually every other night. The looming sensation of dread was always in the back of everyone’s mind. Everyone found comfort in different things. Corazon found comfort in the plants she grew in the greenhouse, Mace found comfort in… violence, but you and Capa found comfort in each other.

When together, you were magnetic, you were practically one. All the worries of the mission faded, all the background noise and humming of the Icarus’ engine disappeared, and you could feel calm. You could feel the calm of drowning in his ocean blue eyes, or the calm of being in his embrace, or the calm of his soothing voice, talking about physics and other things, some of which sounded like nonsense, but you listened regardless, because that’s how your love works. No matter how nonsensical, how stupid, how much something sounded like gibberish, you both always listened to one another.

But some nights, much like this night, you simply didn’t want to talk about anything. But something always came up.

“You know, in approximation-“ He had started on one of his lovely, incomprehensible ramblings about the ship, and the sun, and things you didn’t want to bring yourself to understand.

“Capa-“ You interjected, your voice sounding a lot more vulnerable than anticipated. His voice stopped, and he glanced down with his pale blue eyes, filled with a soft annoyance at the interruption, but mostly the pools of blue reflected pure fondness.

“I can’t get the picture out of my head of the ship crashing into the sun, and-“ You now started to ramble, anxiety seeping into your normally controlled tone. That’s what the threat of peril or death did to people who didn’t want to die, it sends them spiralling.

His eyes widened, as he started to shake his head, trying to soothe you. His left hand, which was tangled into your hair, began to twirl the strands. “Christ, love, the chances are so small-”