"You think I didn't think about that?" He can feel the way the girl tenses in his arms when he hisses the words loaded with frustration and worry. She knows as well as he does that slaves don't backtalk their masters. Good thing he isn't a slave. "Don't do anything thtupid, got it?"
There's no real way to be gentle about this, so he just heaves her up into his arms. Good thing he's been fed properly, even if he isn't back to 100% yet; if he tried to do this when he had just been removed from the prison, he'd fall right on his ass, especially without his psionics. Murmuring to her at the little cry of pain she makes, he turns around and begins to take long, quick strides back to the hive.
Every part of him wants to look back at Dualscar, but he knows he can't.
When he enters the doors, the drones are already waiting for him, lead by his own little follower. They hustle around him as he strides further inside, going straight for his room. Curling up in a corner, he tears off the helmet with his fangs bared and feels the energy rush through him again. Unlike last time, it doesn't sock him in the head with pain. Less of a time difference.
Quickly, he tugs the blanket from around the Helmsgirl's head. Her hair's been razed short, nothing more than a black fuzz against her skull. Her horns look larger because of it- sharp things which curve a few inches above her hair to follow the curve of her head and with sharp but small spikes sticking out from them on top. But what really draws his attention are the wires wrapped all around her face, sticking into the skin of her cheeks and around her eyes, drawn tight around her head even as the loose ends dangle helplessly.
Psiioniic feels sick and realizes he doesn't want to see what's under the rest of the blanket.
Holding her close against his chest, he draws in a hiss of a breath and releases it with a shudder. "You're going to be okay. I won't let anyone lay another goddamn hand on you without your permithion. Jutht relax." Slowly, his psionics draw out, sinking into her skin and traveling through the biowires. There's a week little noise before she curls in closer. He feels a set of ragged claws, their fingers weak, dig into his clothing.
He closes his eyes and feels the tears begin to slip down his face.
/finally gets back to this after forever
There's no real way to be gentle about this, so he just heaves her up into his arms. Good thing he's been fed properly, even if he isn't back to 100% yet; if he tried to do this when he had just been removed from the prison, he'd fall right on his ass, especially without his psionics. Murmuring to her at the little cry of pain she makes, he turns around and begins to take long, quick strides back to the hive.
Every part of him wants to look back at Dualscar, but he knows he can't.
When he enters the doors, the drones are already waiting for him, lead by his own little follower. They hustle around him as he strides further inside, going straight for his room. Curling up in a corner, he tears off the helmet with his fangs bared and feels the energy rush through him again. Unlike last time, it doesn't sock him in the head with pain. Less of a time difference.
Quickly, he tugs the blanket from around the Helmsgirl's head. Her hair's been razed short, nothing more than a black fuzz against her skull. Her horns look larger because of it- sharp things which curve a few inches above her hair to follow the curve of her head and with sharp but small spikes sticking out from them on top. But what really draws his attention are the wires wrapped all around her face, sticking into the skin of her cheeks and around her eyes, drawn tight around her head even as the loose ends dangle helplessly.
Psiioniic feels sick and realizes he doesn't want to see what's under the rest of the blanket.
Holding her close against his chest, he draws in a hiss of a breath and releases it with a shudder. "You're going to be okay. I won't let anyone lay another goddamn hand on you without your permithion. Jutht relax." Slowly, his psionics draw out, sinking into her skin and traveling through the biowires. There's a week little noise before she curls in closer. He feels a set of ragged claws, their fingers weak, dig into his clothing.
He closes his eyes and feels the tears begin to slip down his face.
"You're going to be okay."