((for the space starters!! its @illkeepyoumovingon)) "I wanna go to Earth"
@illkeepyoumovingon
Cosmica’s request cut through him like a knife, pale eyes widening before his expression stilled into a neutral mask that threatened to slip at any moment.
Five simple words.
He should have seen it coming, honestly, after all the time they’d spent together. Cosmica was a curious soul and Earth was a grand mystery she’d never gotten the pleasure (or rather displeasure) of meeting for herself. He’d told her stories, good ones! About the people and the customs. Foods. Clothing. She’d been rather curious about his tattered spacesuit for weeks before gaining the words to ask about it.
But…
The Astronaut couldn’t go back there. He couldn’t! There was no happiness left for him. He was happiest here! Amongst the stars, sights he’d dreamed so longingly for all his life. What did Earth hold but pain and torment? Loneliness. Hurt. Falsified admiration for those who didn’t care.
The very thought of the planet stirred nothing but bitterness inside him. He’d left all that behind when he’d taken his seat aboard the spacecraft. He’d left that life behind when his crew had died. When he’d thought himself dead before the very space entity before him saved his life and brought warmth back to his heart.
“Cosmica…”
He swallowed down his negativity and tried to offer her a small smile. It looked more like a grimace but; He deserved points for trying..didn’t he?
“Why would you want to go to Earth..? Look around us! Look at what we are–what we can see. What we can do. Earth–Earth doesn’t have any of this!” Hands gestured around them widely, an impromptu jazz hand trying to prove his point. “I. I don’t understand Cosmica.”