[He does strange things sometimes. Even with as little time as something has been with him, she thinks, it's clear he isn't like everything else. He's interesting. He manages it without being something to eat. There's a strange sensation on her head, then he reaches for her and she moves her blank gaze, pupils dilated wide after she came into being, onto him instead of the space around them. She lets him work, unable to think of a reason not to. He's making noises again... Something opens her mouth to groan out a rattled breath in return.
She looked alive, and was more alive than most of her kind, maybe, but it really isn't fair that he didn't have the same luxury he hopes for her. Still, it wouldn't be long before she lost the rest of her color, had her veins spiderweb darkly under her skin, and had her eyes cloud over. Her missing fingers would always be blackened, ragged stumps. Even if they make her pass more easily than he can, they'll never be the same as the people they once were.
Something brings her hands up, dripping orange from blood passively rinsed off in the water, and tries to mimic the way he reached above her. They don't hold any water or the intent to clean. When she lowers them, it's to messily try and touch his covered face. She's doing it.]
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She looked alive, and was more alive than most of her kind, maybe, but it really isn't fair that he didn't have the same luxury he hopes for her. Still, it wouldn't be long before she lost the rest of her color, had her veins spiderweb darkly under her skin, and had her eyes cloud over. Her missing fingers would always be blackened, ragged stumps. Even if they make her pass more easily than he can, they'll never be the same as the people they once were.
Something brings her hands up, dripping orange from blood passively rinsed off in the water, and tries to mimic the way he reached above her. They don't hold any water or the intent to clean. When she lowers them, it's to messily try and touch his covered face. She's doing it.]