#sydex

Doodles of my OCs who are gay and in a band.

Thank you omg 😭 I’ve really grown to like them and definitely want to do more world building for them! Still gotta get around to designing the other band members tho lol

@sydex

time always crawls whenever something heavy, something important, something irreplaceable is at stake, and even though they may be traveling as fast as the laws of sihnon’s atmosphere will allow, the stillness in the ship itches at jaewon’s shadow, scratches against his skin, against his nerves, against his patience. the illusion of motionlessness eats away at him, bubbles up and down inside his bloodstream as he fights to control himself, to keep steady, to keep resolute, the eyes of the ship pinned on him, the expectations of his captaincy weighing over his shoulders. helplessness has never sat well with him, so he does his best to fill his suspended time with as many activities as he can, laying out which weapons to haul, researching the skyplex they’re heading towards, coursing through the ship with the intention of finding any trackers that shouldn’t be here.

Like a leaf on the wind, Serenity glides from starry black to cloudy blue. Sullivan waits anxiously in the cargo hold as the ship touches down smoothly, almost daintily. It’s as if she weighed 150 lbs, not 150 tons (give or take). The steward has a long list of items to purchase and their trip planetside will be a short one. ‘Patience is a virtue,’ Sullivan keeps reminding himself, but the proverbial saying is doing little to calm his fraying nerves.

Usually, someone who can hop off the ship as soon as it lands escorts Sullivan around whatever port they’re visiting to complete his errands. Today, the only suitable pack mule volunteer is their main pilot. He’s strong or at least seems that way, but he’s certainly not someone who can just run off the ship as soon as it touches down. Sullivan keeps reminding himself of that too but it’s not helping his nerves any.

He stands stalk still, his frame a compact and rigid contradiction to the tailored garments he donned. He clutches his clipboard to his chest, knuckles white. They’re just one small indication of his waning patience. He’s been doing his very best to treat Dexter respectfully because he served with the Captain in the Unification War, but it’s not easy when factoring in their time restraints and Sullivan’s tendency to worry. Were it just about anyone else, he would have already started shouting complaints and possibly stamping his foot because it felt like it was taking so long.

Resting Bitch Face affixed in all its glory, Sullivan’s eyes narrowed when Dexter finally came into view. From his expression, it looked like he’d been forced to wait five hours when it’d only been five minutes, if not less. “Nice of you to finally make an appearance -” Sullivan grumbled, hesitating as he resisted the urge to address him as ‘Mr.’

“Dexter,” he choked out in conclusion.