Two Paper Airplanes Flying

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Aesthetic, headcanon, and writing blog for Caleb & MC from Love and Deepspace (occasional Caleb/MC/Rafayel). I play in EN but follow the original CN trope. Incest/pseudo-incest will be present here. Sideblog so I can't follow back, sorry, but I am open to asks and messages!

The silent bind Eternity

Like it's fun to think about MC passing Caleb off as like a sugar daddy/just a much older boyfriend when she needs to, but I don't know if I'd want to put them through pretending something like "my daughter got pregnant by some douche who up and left."

Caleb's all cute with MC but then turns more serious when he addresses Rafayel, telling him to take good care of her. Rafayel yawns and lazily salutes him saying, "Right-O, Colonel."

Caleb's face softens as he steps closer to put Raf's arm and hand in the right position for a salute. He doesn't say anything and goes to turn away until he spots his aviators poking out of the pocket of Rafayel's lounge pants.

MC works at a private, highly hush-hush facility (think weapons, prototype aircraft, communications, etc.) as security. Everyone who works there keeps to themselves and to their personal appointed tasks/to-dos so she finds her job patrolling the halls late at night into the early morning to be very easy, very unstimulating. She's highly trained in combat and what to do in a myriad of situations but she wonders if they just put her through that to see if her petite self could take down someone twice her size. With the facility as remote and heavily guarded from the outside as it is, what real use do they need for her?

It's a few months into her job and as she's watching the security cameras she sees a figure pacing one of the hallways. He seems to be in uniform, but it's a uniform that she hasn't seen before. Yet nonetheless it looks familiar . . . Once she reaches the hallway to investigate she doesn't see anyone, however the air smells stale and gives an odd sensation of both hot and cold at the same time. She feels a smooth, gloved hand start to close around her neck from behind but it's gone as soon as she spins around with her weapon drawn.

She doesn't tell anyone about her experience but she does some digging on her own. She finds out from old layouts of the building that that hallway used to lead to another part of the facility but it had been sealed off years ago. Over the next night she goes back to investigate that area and looks around that dead end. It was sealed well but she can still tell where the doors used to be as the tiled floor doesn't line up quite right.

The following night she has a notebook ready to actually write down some details but that same camera that had the figure flickers and she's able to see his face. It sends a shot of fear through her as she remembers seeing that same face in her digging. The face of a young man who (along with a few others) had perished in a simulation "accident". She hears him rap on the door, the sound of his knuckles muffled by pristine leather gloves.

When she gives no answer his crackling voice comes over the PA system in her office, one that is heavy and pauses often for a breath. "I know you're in there . . . I know you want to come out but I can't let you do that . . . I can't have you poking around alone where you shouldn't be . . . Ahh, those bastards . . . I know what they're trying to do with you . . . They'll never quit, no matter how this ends . . . They won't take you from me again . . ."

She steps towards the door and presses her ear against the metal. A sudden sense of vertigo takes over and before she passes out she hears, "If you really want to know . . . I'll have to show you myself..." He's suddenly inside the room, then, looming over her and the space around him appears distorted. "I'll have to make you remember . . ."

(noncon & body horror below)