To Survive What Wrought You

I've wanted to write this story for a bit, but today was particularly bad, and I felt like I needed to write this. It might be messy, it might not be subtle, but I don't care. “Hey Sibling…” They slump in the pilot seat — a seat almost only used in formality, as Eumidean auto-nav left manual flight only those with autos for thrillseeking and those who frequented messy atmospheres— hazy limbs folded atop their lap. Jam knew why xyr friend was there. Xy hung quietly in the air just beside xyr companion’s torso the faint whine of xyr afterburner the only noise in the silence as the two gaze out the front viewport, into the glittering abyss of space. There was only every one thing on xyr friend’s mind at moments like these. “You alright?” Xy knew they weren’t but this was how xy preferred to initiate this protocol. The silence hung for a bit. The words were always harder to dredge up when they didn’t bother to mold their central pillar into a proper head, but it was just the two of them,…