06-22-2018, 01:29 PM
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“Nexu, come see what I’ve become.”
It’s his voice but the expression behind it is not him. He doesn’t dare speak her name paired with that slippery language she still struggles to understand, for the very simple reason that she can’t understand it. Their communication is a twisted conversation of body language (sweet touches, rubbing embraces, snarling teeth) and wordless noise (sighing, twittering, nickering) and never the low voice she hears now.
Oh no.
She can remember the pressure of Sister’s fingers against her mind, cradling her first gently and then tossing her into the jail cell in the corner. It’s a flashback and not a good one, pricking at the back of her memories like a sharp dagger. A snarl rips from her throat already. Sister is predictable — just as Nexu is predictable in arriving — and determined — just as Nexu is determined in arriving — and the xenomorph will do her damn best to release Partner from her angry hold.
She slides from the shadows, inky and lined with lithe muscle. She’d been sleeping nestled in their lake-side cavern, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon and the sound of the waves lapping the shoreline, but all the drowsiness has fled her body. When her eyes land on Partner, there’s a different light in his dark eyes.
Sister.
A rumble clicks in the low of her throat, threatening and bold. She knows of Partner’s magic (the ways he can twist water with his bare fingers) but that doesn’t stop her from flicking her knife-tail behind her heels.
It’s his voice but the expression behind it is not him. He doesn’t dare speak her name paired with that slippery language she still struggles to understand, for the very simple reason that she can’t understand it. Their communication is a twisted conversation of body language (sweet touches, rubbing embraces, snarling teeth) and wordless noise (sighing, twittering, nickering) and never the low voice she hears now.
Oh no.
She can remember the pressure of Sister’s fingers against her mind, cradling her first gently and then tossing her into the jail cell in the corner. It’s a flashback and not a good one, pricking at the back of her memories like a sharp dagger. A snarl rips from her throat already. Sister is predictable — just as Nexu is predictable in arriving — and determined — just as Nexu is determined in arriving — and the xenomorph will do her damn best to release Partner from her angry hold.
She slides from the shadows, inky and lined with lithe muscle. She’d been sleeping nestled in their lake-side cavern, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon and the sound of the waves lapping the shoreline, but all the drowsiness has fled her body. When her eyes land on Partner, there’s a different light in his dark eyes.
Sister.
A rumble clicks in the low of her throat, threatening and bold. She knows of Partner’s magic (the ways he can twist water with his bare fingers) but that doesn’t stop her from flicking her knife-tail behind her heels.
@[violence] / @[Maugrim]