[THEY REALLY SHOULD JUST BE POLY MONSTER FUCKERS!!!!
He gives her hand a gentle squeeze. The flesh is indigo mottled with iridescent purple lines, parts of it melded with golden metal. A lot like his singe leg and hand before, except it's all over him.
The skin is cool, but tingles pleasantly against her hand. When she comes in for the kiss, he doesn't pull away. Something else happens when their lips touch.
A flash of white obscures her vision, and the ground drops out from under her. She is swallowed by a star-smattered plane of cosmic void, the ghosts of galaxies looming behind. All around, up, down, there is nothing but endless space. There's no way to tell top from bottom without any kind of comparison.
And there is someone else.
Viktor is there, his hair short and fluffy like it had been on the ship, but blindingly white. His face is the same, but his body is spectral, a web of white, and silver, and ethereal stretched so thin sometimes all the stars behind show through.
She, too, finds her body is the same as his, that they are floating (maybe floating), she thinks, in this bizarre dimension. He speaks, and the words reverberate in her head more than the air itself. She is aware, somehow, he is inside her mind, and she can feel him there, taking up space.]
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He gives her hand a gentle squeeze. The flesh is indigo mottled with iridescent purple lines, parts of it melded with golden metal. A lot like his singe leg and hand before, except it's all over him.
The skin is cool, but tingles pleasantly against her hand. When she comes in for the kiss, he doesn't pull away. Something else happens when their lips touch.
A flash of white obscures her vision, and the ground drops out from under her. She is swallowed by a star-smattered plane of cosmic void, the ghosts of galaxies looming behind. All around, up, down, there is nothing but endless space. There's no way to tell top from bottom without any kind of comparison.
And there is someone else.
Viktor is there, his hair short and fluffy like it had been on the ship, but blindingly white. His face is the same, but his body is spectral, a web of white, and silver, and ethereal stretched so thin sometimes all the stars behind show through.
She, too, finds her body is the same as his, that they are floating (maybe floating), she thinks, in this bizarre dimension. He speaks, and the words reverberate in her head more than the air itself. She is aware, somehow, he is inside her mind, and she can feel him there, taking up space.]
You don't have to be scared.