IXORA W. QUEENS ❝ A LONG LONG WAY FROM HOME .
❛ YOU ARE A WEIRD ONE , BUT I BELIEVE THAT I WILL LIKE THAT ABOUT YOU. ❜ she hums , a moment more before glancing down at the wound in her side. pleased with the way that her skin has begun the heal over the affection aggressively until it is completely healed over with a path of new skin . she briefly touches it , hissing so under her breath ; but when she presses it , she knows there is no true damage to her carapace underneath the flesh . she is grateful , FOR SHE IS SOMETHING SO UNEARTHLY – IT WOULD BE SURE DEATH TO REVEAL ALL OF SHE.
her hair is the night sky reflected along dancing sea-foam , as she turns her head this way and that ; taking ever inch of detail , from the dust to the way that there are papers all about . she can tell then , that he is something so much more than what she assumed . men of science , they understand her more than their lesser counterparts , but so woefully inferior in terms of smarts ; meteors and comets dance between her curls and in the darkness of her eyes , as she takes in scribbled equation and fact , easily solving any lingering missing link with only a blink of her eye but not divulging that knowledge .SHE KNOWS TO DISTRUST , KNOWS THAT HE COULD CUT HER DOWN THE MIDDLE IF HE WANTED . children have died just for being what she was or even less than half , vivisected in labs for the advancement of primal human science. so she does not trust , but she will give him some insight – for he has saved her and offered her shelter and if he wants to lean she will TEACH him beyond all his available knowledge. ❛ in return for helping me , i will help you with what you seem to be working on. i will teach you some new things , and if you wish it – you may pass it along to your people.❜
she turns over delicate wrist , pressing along delicate bones there until there is a audible click. somewhere , miles away in deep forest , her ship ejects material pod toward her location ; then it dissolves into the mist and leaves , so eerily cloaked it was almost as if it wasn’t there. in her minds eye , hud of internal tech records data , translates information , and even then tells her that what she wished for will land within range of this territory soon. she moves on then , COLLECTING data that she swallows easy ; form the wood work , to the rise and fall of his chest and all that makes up of him. calculating , analyzing , and digesting all knowledge and probability. ❛ all of this , your notes – seems almost like archaic knowledge ; i’m sure by now , humans have reached a higher potential ; functioning robotics , space flight , and higher functional tech. but even then it seems as though you still are light years behind my people. ❜
she smiles, so suddenly ; every star in her mouth alight with the force of her brightness . cheerful as gently strips further out of the top half of her bio suit. KNOWLEDGE FROM RESEARCH SHOWS : showing skin is the best way to dispel fears , with the smoothness and beauty of her vitiligo stained skin – he would be more at ease with her if she were to show him anything similar. hands push herself upright , on her feet even after such a short recovery period ; hands tying excess material at the waist , the intergalactic alliance signal on her sports bar reflecting gold in the light along her almost flat chest. HER BODY READS OF MATURITY , STREAMLINED BUT MATERNAL IN THE SET OF HER HIPS.
❛ are you a doctor , of some sort ? there’s a smell under your nails that reminds me of something like that. beyond that – there is ink , but i figure that is from your written work. ❜ she blinks, lips easily forming words that she had moments before been so hesitant with. almost a odd copy of his own speech patterns. ❛ oh ! i believe i did not ask ; but would it be possible for me to stay here . only until my ship is fixed and it is safe for me to return to my homeworld. ❜
she flinches ; there is no homeworld to return to.
a weird one -------------------------- eccentricity & strangeness are near a defining trait for him when regarded by those whom consider themselves ordinary . the normal , those who focus entirely on unfocused notions ; who allow the world to pass by in a blur , never properly stopping to study or understand anything about the dirt they put their feet upon . MOST PEOPLE WHO LOOK UPON HIM DO SO WITH A FROWN , simply write him off as too deranged to see clearly . SHE SEEMS TO SEE SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN HIM . something worth the respect , though he wonders briefly if it may be due to the helping hand that he had offered her . the human race would likely have folded for such intrinsic values , to show kindness to one who has helped them . for the purpose of vulnerability , to protect themselves where they feel as though their life is in the hands of another . BUT SHE IS NOT HUMAN , AND THUS THERE IS NO WAY TO TELL . though he doesn’t doubt her species has survival instincts of their own .
❝ the archaic is the foundation of any and all science , no matter how advanced it is . the most advanced form of science is to bend the very fabric of space and time , yet such an act requires unbreakable knowledge on the most basic of physical principles . some of the most far beyond cultures within the boundaries of our race were such because they knew how to do just that , to the point where present scientists and historians were lead to try and uncover their techniques . archaic is not always simple , and the existence of limits is what leads people to overcome them . ❞ he announces , as he glances to her for a few seconds . only to acknowledge what he believes is no more than a mere disguise , unless by the rarest of coincidences ( which he knows full well that the universe is the product of ) her species had a similar evolutionary chain to humanity .
❝ i am a doctor , but my focus is not biological . i’m a physicist and engineer . . . and various other things ! but the list is extensive . ❞ that is when curiosity seems to diminish , AT LEAST FOR THE MOMENT . where he turns back to his work , previously discarded , and begins to pack it away . volatile chemicals , cables and wiring , separated if only as an afterthought upon past mistakes . THOUGHTS TO THE VERY FIRE THAT HAD BROUGHT HIM HERE . but he is still listening , enough to hear her request , though not enough to answer her immediately . he takes a breath first as he begins to wrap a cord in circles around his wrist and hand ; not tight , but just to organise .
❝ stay , if you like . it doesn’t bother me . ❞