I Exist I Guess

My phm oc, Aero!!

He loves the big sciences, it’s the only subject he is able to understand and focus on

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The brunette had no idea where she was, and while we’re on that topic.. she barely had any ideas right now. Just muffled voices and.. music? Static enveloped her mind in a decent layer as darkness was all she could see. The voice was.. male. She thinks- sounds like a guy, who’s.. stumbling all over his goddamn words.. and.. was someone playing an instrument..? Background music..? It sounded like… hng… she can’t remember the name. Then again, she’s barely conscious at all in this moment, just feeling like she was drifting off. Like she was floating in the ocean, her ears just below the water to muffle things, that’s what it felt like. Or maybe she was simply still floating, perhaps she was still looking into the flash of darkness, before the heavens lit up, all she could do was drift and let the pain slowly drift off.

Right now though? She can vaguely tell that she’s inside somewhere.. there’s fabric under her, something taped to her arm, among other things, and there’s the slow rise and fall of her own chest. Enola barely remembers what happened, she just remembers smiling back at her dad before the explosion- at least if she died helping people, she could know she’s good enough to be his daughter… in her mind. It was blinding, it had broken her helmet and let the space outside flow in, definitely leaving at least a few blast marks, as she could remember the pain of then.. and the dull throbbing of it that still persisted now.

One thought was… she was probably just injured and had a nightmare.. yeah. No way anyone could’ve saved her from that explosion, so she must’ve just messed something up and Carroll dragged her back to the ship. Another was on the voice- the voice. No, it wasn’t Carroll, it didn’t speak is his slightly mechanical yet human mannerism, after spending so many days- weeks, probably, on a ship with just that ai for company, she could recognize the voice the instance it’s speaking. This definitely wasn’t it.

Enola didn’t catch anything happening, just laying there helpless, and honestly, really fucking out of it. And she had no idea just how much her mere presence was baffling to the human and eridian not to far off. No exact verbal-ish thoughts went through the teen’s head, but she could feel that her mind was ready to just shot off again, lay here for a few more minutes. In the presence of someone who’s voice didn’t have a robotic filter, if the gentle clicks and huffs, the noises of someone making music of a sort nearby. It felt comfortable, like the melody and man speaking were in an intricate conversation.

The words were still a blur, nothing but garbled nonsense… something about an ‘arm’ and ‘Rocky’ and ‘drifting’ and stuff.. “-Mary—“

That name. Yeah, she had to be imagining this now.. either that, or… somehow Carroll got them home. Does this guy know her? Is she nearby- is… is she there? The thought of her mother’s name made her want to force herself up and cling to the woman like a child, despite now being officially an adult, legally at least, the big one eight. She might just do that, honestly.. she missed her mother. And her whole family, but.. her mother’s name was the first one spoken.

Maybe she’s not in space anymore. Maybe everything’s fine and her dad and Carroll brought her home mildly injured, back to Earth. There was already a phantom of her against Enola’s closed eyes, and just that tired image made her want to just let out all the grief. A woman with now dulling and darkening auburn hair, which she’s seen in a more naturally vibrant state in countless old photos, lord did Enola wish she got more traits from that woman. She could practically feel the brush of her mother’s sleeve against her arm as the woman would say ‘Noli.. you need to get up’ while laying there with her gaze shrouded in darkness aside from that.

To her dismay, when the teenager slowly started to arise, at least visually, taking in their surroundings with a halfhearted glance around the room… there was no sign of her mother in sight. No scolding or silent-yet-extremely-worried looks above her, no warmth of another person against her skin, and no sight of those brown eyes looking down at her. Enola was in a ship. She’s…. In a ship.

And when she hears her mother’s name she almost just wants to curl into the woman and sob out apologies for every single thing she’s done, every inconvenience that wasn’t even her fault. For a moment she is not an adult, not someone who should’ve graduated school not too long ago— she’s a infant who’s woken up in a different place then where they were out to rest, and now desperately wants their mother, or anyone, to assure them they’re alright.

Maybe her nightmare is over and she’ll wake up to her mom gently waking her up after Enola overslept a lot on that weekend, maybe none of this was real and it was all one fucked up dream, or maybe it was real and now she just desperately wants to feel something that would assure her of that. Maybe she’s in her room, or in a hospital bed, probably the ladder, and she just wants to see a familiar face, or even just another person..

Yet she wakes up to strange noises, little bits of tunes and clicks not far off, some machinery whirring above her as though sentient, and only in the corner of her eye, the sight of a blonde man. She hears the name ‘Mary’ again, but now that she’s listening more, and hears the ship respond… she knows there’s no use. It… was the ships name. Not her mother. She’s still in space, and she desperately wants to be home.

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The brunette had no idea where she was, and while we’re on that topic.. she barely had any ideas right now. Just muffled voices and.. music? Static enveloped her mind in a decent layer as darkness was all she could see. The voice was.. male. She thinks- sounds like a guy, who’s.. stumbling all over his goddamn words.. and.. was someone playing an instrument..? Background music..? It sounded like… hng… she can’t remember the name. Then again, she’s barely conscious at all in this moment, just feeling like she was drifting off. Like she was floating in the ocean, her ears just below the water to muffle things, that’s what it felt like. Or maybe she was simply still floating, perhaps she was still looking into the flash of darkness, before the heavens lit up, all she could do was drift and let the pain slowly drift off.

Right now though? She can vaguely tell that she’s inside somewhere.. there’s fabric under her, something taped to her arm, among other things, and there’s the slow rise and fall of her own chest. Enola barely remembers what happened, she just remembers smiling back at her dad before the explosion- at least if she died helping people, she could know she’s good enough to be his daughter… in her mind. It was blinding, it had broken her helmet and let the space outside flow in, definitely leaving at least a few blast marks, as she could remember the pain of then.. and the dull throbbing of it that still persisted now.

One thought was… she was probably just injured and had a nightmare.. yeah. No way anyone could’ve saved her from that explosion, so she must’ve just messed something up and Carroll dragged her back to the ship. Another was on the voice- the voice. No, it wasn’t Carroll, it didn’t speak is his slightly mechanical yet human mannerism, after spending so many days- weeks, probably, on a ship with just that ai for company, she could recognize the voice the instance it’s speaking. This definitely wasn’t it.

Enola didn’t catch anything happening, just laying there helpless, and honestly, really fucking out of it. And she had no idea just how much her mere presence was baffling to the human and eridian not to far off. No exact verbal-ish thoughts went through the teen’s head, but she could feel that her mind was ready to just shot off again, lay here for a few more minutes. In the presence of someone who’s voice didn’t have a robotic filter, if the gentle clicks and huffs, the noises of someone making music of a sort nearby. It felt comfortable, like the melody and man speaking were in an intricate conversation.

The words were still a blur, nothing but garbled nonsense… something about an ‘arm’ and ‘Rocky’ and ‘drifting’ and stuff.. “-Mary—“

That name. Yeah, she had to be imagining this now.. either that, or… somehow Carroll got them home. Does this guy know her? Is she nearby- is… is she there? The thought of her mother’s name made her want to force herself up and cling to the woman like a child, despite now being officially an adult, legally at least, the big one eight. She might just do that, honestly.. she missed her mother. And her whole family, but.. her mother’s name was the first one spoken.

Maybe she’s not in space anymore. Maybe everything’s fine and her dad and Carroll brought her home mildly injured, back to Earth. There was already a phantom of her against Enola’s closed eyes, and just that tired image made her want to just let out all the grief. A woman with now dulling and darkening auburn hair, which she’s seen in a more naturally vibrant state in countless old photos, lord did Enola wish she got more traits from that woman. She could practically feel the brush of her mother’s sleeve against her arm as the woman would say ‘Noli.. you need to get up’ while laying there with her gaze shrouded in darkness aside from that.

To her dismay, when the teenager slowly started to arise, at least visually, taking in their surroundings with a halfhearted glance around the room… there was no sign of her mother in sight. No scolding or silent-yet-extremely-worried looks above her, no warmth of another person against her skin, and no sight of those brown eyes looking down at her. Enola was in a ship. She’s…. In a ship.

Like being able to breathe stuff that is NOT AIR because that shits naturally according in space and genetics was kinda like ummmmm this mfs mom should pass it down so her daughter tree r doesn’t lie. Die if she ever ends up chilling here.

Or some shit, because that would be funny. Like her theoretically being able to ‘breathe’ (chill) in space because of that

And then it would be funny if Eve despite being able to breathe in gasses and such like that and not be harmed, of course, cannot breathe underwater. One friend jokingly ask her about it and she’s like DUDE IDK HOW THAT WORKS, IM NOT A FUCKING CHILD OF A SEA GOD

Like being able to breathe stuff that is NOT AIR because that shits naturally according in space and genetics was kinda like ummmmm this mfs mom should pass it down so her daughter tree r doesn’t lie. Die if she ever ends up chilling here.

Or some shit, because that would be funny. Like her theoretically being able to ‘breathe’ (chill) in space because of that

And then it would be funny if Eve despite being able to breathe in gasses and such like that and not be harmed, of course, cannot breathe underwater. One friend jokingly ask her about it and she’s like DUDE IDK HOW THAT WORKS, IM NOT A FUCKING CHILD OF A SEA GOD

Like being able to breathe stuff that is NOT AIR because that shits naturally according in space and genetics was kinda like ummmmm this mfs mom should pass it down so her daughter tree r doesn’t lie. Die if she ever ends up chilling here.

Or some shit, because that would be funny. Like her theoretically being able to ‘breathe’ (chill) in space because of that

And then it would be funny if Eve despite being able to breathe in gasses and such like that and not be harmed, of course, cannot breathe underwater. One friend jokingly ask her about it and she’s like DUDE IDK HOW THAT WORKS, IM NOT A FUCKING CHILD OF A SEA GOD