This is just a little gracerocky blurb that I wrote and was thinking about continuing. I thought it would be kinda funny if when Rocky enters Grace's atmosphere, nothing happens to him. After a very firey initial reaction, his body adjusts to the air and although his core temp remains the same, his skin stays at 101 F (after it cools down). Esentially, this is just an excuse to write them being able to touch each other lmao.
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Ammonia everywhere. It’s overpowering. My lungs scream and my eyes water over. Then there’s a new smell.
I roll around to see Rocky hovering over me. Not in his compartment. He’s in the control room! He has slashed my restraints and pulled the chair free. He shoves it to the side.
He stands over me, wobbling. I can feel the heat radiating from his body just inches away. Smoke billows out of the radiator slits atop his carapace.
“Rocky no!” I tried to yell. It came out as a broken wheeze. He was going to die, just to save me and Erid would never know what happened to him, waiting for a cure that wasn’t coming until their star faded to the point of no return.
Rocky shuddered and smoke abruptly stopped rising from his radiator. But he was… still standing. Very very still, like he was expecting to drop dead any second.
I watched, blurry eyes straining, expecting the same thing. What were the odds that this was a concussion fueled hallucination? Every test they had ran said Rocky should suffocate and burst into flames in a oxygen dense atmospher. But… nothing was happening. Dazed and confused and trying to remember how to breathe, I took in a lungful of ammonia and quickly ruled out that theory. I’d never been in this much pain in a dream.
“Grace okay?” Rocky asked, still hovering over me .He sounded worried. It was like laying next to an open oven and god I had missed being warm. They had sent more than a dozen blankets with me on the Hail Mary, but nothing could compare to the body heat of another person. Even if said person’s body could easily cook my skin, I couldn’t help but turn my face towards the warmth.
My eyes slid shut, Rocky was okay, by some miracle he could survive my side of the ship. We got the samples, the ones that could me the salvation of both worlds. And I was so, so tired
Distantly I could hear frantic musical notes. They vibrated through my body in a way they hadn’t before, unimpeded by barriers I could feel the concerned humming in my bones.
My arm was abruptly on fire. I shrieked, it felt like someone was branding me. I thrashed but whatever it was kept my forearm in an iron grip.
I was being dragged. Everything spun, the world was a mess of pain, color, and cold metal sliding against all my exposed skin. My arm throbbed and sizzled, then I was being laid down onto soft and–