incinerates: ID 13036614 @ PIXIV (ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ)
( 爆豪勝己 ) -- BOOM ! ! ! ([personal profile] incinerates) wrote in [community profile] station72 2018-01-15 05:10 am (UTC)

THE DREAD / KEYA.

[ Across Avior, a conversation happens with blinding speed. Several more like it, haunting gibberish as his mind rewinds and fast forwards and rewinds and grinds to a halt, hovering on the feeling of Keya's hands on his own. I, believe... in you? An offering given freely and hesitantly, taken and lost in one go. A broken body on the ground -- it's happening now, it's happening in real time -- and back again, to Keyakeyakeya with her hands tangled in ropes. A laugh in her voice, something brave in her chest. The way her hands shook when she touched the spear, the way he just

took it from her, and promised he'd use it for her, if she just had his back and it should have been the other way around. He should have had her back. Someone should have had her back. By now, the nest-nausea would be running its course, ripping through all of those with symbiotes as the foolhardy rush TOWARDS danger, and find her. Some poor, hopeful alien girl who was dead now. There's not much to see, because for a moment -- all there is to feel is a static, hissing thing. The shriek of wind atop a cold peak as it rips through even the thickest clothing. The sensation of your fingers burning, the fires licking down to the bone. Shock, horror, indignation. Someone has too many emotions for a single body, and they're happening all at once. Suddenly, violently and all over the brood connection.

Fuck.

there u go have fun with that. ]

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