Hello! Please ignore this if you consider it to be unwelcomed or improper. I really like your Orizyn clingy drawing, it is very good, and it inspired me to write a short fiction about it. Here it is:
Orikan rarely had uninterrupted periods where he could finish his meditations. He would usually be forcefully awakened from his meditative trance by interstitial alerts, or internal alarms.
It would break his focus, and with that his consciousness would pour back into his body. He would be alert and ready to handle the disruption, energized flux rushed inside his conduits.
But now, with his trance coming to a gentle end, his astral algorithms started trickling inside his body.
Orikan, with most of his consciousness floating freely outside his engrams, let his feet touch the cold floor of his observatory.
His tail was making large, lazy movements as the astromancer was sleepily looking at the reports, phos-glyphs holograms surrounding him.
He wobbled a bit, unstable as his internal gyroscopes didnāt fully calibrate from the extended meditation on his repulsor drivers.
His ocular has issues focusing on the shiny glyphs in front of him. He chose to close most of its aperture, leaving only a tiny space, reducing the size of his active visual feed.
Now he could read the reports.
No alerts. But activity in his library.
His cogitations programs were satisfied with the lack of alarms, but his engrams were pushing him to investigate.
He let out a string of fuzzy white noise from his vocal actuator, as he started dragging his feet to investigate what his engrams were so concerned about.
The library was only in the adjacent room of this floor, but to the groggy cryptek, it felt like an infinity.
Right leg, up, down, left leg, up, down. The simple pattern was mesmerizing, almost putting him back into the trance he just came from. But his engrams insisted on not letting him slip into becoming an astral program again, keeping him inside his body.
There was work to be done.
Reaching the library happened faster than he realized, lost in the task of walking there.
With his back to him, there was Trazyn.
He could tell it was him, mostly by how he looked.
And he looked to be perfectly cold, ideal to rest on and chill his heated flux.
Trazyn had sneaked inside Orikanās tower a couple of times in his long existence. It was an ongoing project, coming here, replicating his manuscripts or any new data tablet the diviner found, then taking the original and leaving the duplicate.
It was not stealing. Since he didnāt trust Orikan to properly take care of them, they would be safe in his own archives. He was saving the precious information for the future.
He knew that Orikan was in his deep meditations, and he knew how to bypass the alarms, not to trigger the Observatoryās master. Not only that, but he was comfortable here, almost as in his own Museum.
He just found another new tablet when he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder pad.
He froze, slowing down his chronosenses. Despite the shock, there was no pain or shouting.
Trazyn started slowly turning to look at who touched him, when he felt Orikan pressing his hooded head on the other shoulder.
The diviner looked peaceful, with his ocular mostly covered by the diaphragm.
He let his perception of time return to normal, as he felt another hand coming and resting on one of his abdominal tubbings.
āOrikan?ā he said, almost as quiet as a whisper.
The astromancer let out a few white noises, and judging from the cadence that they came, they were supposed to be words.
He felt the hand under his ribs move, playing with the coolant conduit.
āWhat ?ā He let some of his confusion sneak into his voice. Orikan looked like he had just woken up from a deep sleep. As soon as he thought that, he realized how absurd that was. They were necrons, they didnāt sleep, let alone wake up groggy.
Yet Orikan was acting exactly like that.
He started rubbing up and down the conduit between two fingers, as he repeated the white noises.
āā¦.coldā¦..ā Trazyn deciphered a work.
It hit him, Orikan just finished his meditations, and maybe he still wasnāt in full possession of his engramatic capacities.
He looked very peaceful, resting his chin on his shoulder, looking like he was a step away from dozing off again.
Trazyn felt the star in his core pulse.
He might just play along for a bit, and see Orikanās reaction when he realizes where he is.
Starting his cooling processes, he let chilled coolant flow freely in his inner tubing.
Then, gently took the warm member between his cold fingers, as he turned to face his colleague.
āI will cool you off, dear. Come hither!ā he kept the gentle, soft tone while pulling the sleepy cryptek closer.
Touching his cold chest caused Orikanās ocular to be almost completely closed, the astromancer letting out content static noises.
āHow were your meditations? Did you find what you were searching for?ā He asked, delighted to feint familiarity.
Orikan rubbed his deathmask on the pleasantly cold ankh. He recalled being happy with the results of this study.
āā¦goodā. He muttered. He could feel the fingers on his hands moving, rubbing calming circles.
āDid you see anything about me?' Trazyn asked the calm diviner. He rarely got to see him like this.
Orikan lifted his head and cracked open his aperture a bit wider. He needed a moment to connect to the information still outside his body.
Trazyn felt the change, and started to gently move his deathmask closer to the astromancer's.
Orikan looked lazily at him.
āKiss me....ā he whispered, ending with a static burst.
Trazyn complied. Pressing his mouth to the fanged one of the diviner.
He started dimming his oculars, feeling like the star, spinning inside his chest, was melting him from the inside.
This was such a raw, unguarded moment.
He wished it could last forever.
The kiss lasted hours, feeling the flux cycle in under the necrodermis covering it.
After the 7th hour, he pulled gently away.
āYes, Orikan?ā, he asked, feeling the fingers he held in his hand, suddenly gripping him back tightly.
āWhat are you doing here?ā Orikanās voice came stronger, with the usual anger behind it.
Looks like he overstayed his welcome.
Sorry again, if it was rude, I didn't mean for it to be. I really enjoyed your drawings of Orizyn. Thank you !
Ouououghgh I'm so spoiled !!
No need to apologize for cooking up some fresh food for me šš
They're so soft and Trazyn is being so sappy ššš
