Today's Farscape Pinterest findings: A space couple and their emotional support isopod.❤️
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Today's Farscape Pinterest findings: A space couple and their emotional support isopod.❤️
Water Bug || closed with graytitaniumalloy
{ @graytitaniumalloy, continued from here. }
Pilot smiled when he saw the young human. He was still learning everyone's names, but he thought he remembered his. "Hello, Grayson. Not at all. This pool is adequately sized for many occupants," he said cheerfully. "I would appreciate the company."
He swam over to where Grayson was, on his back with his larger legs curled over his body. His smaller legs acted like swimmerets, fluttering down by his abdomen to propel him along. He stopped near the boy, looking up at him and smiling. Pilot noticed the scars, and he wondered about them, but for now he decided it would be very rude to ask. Still, he didn't like to see young ones of any race dealing with dire wounds like that. Pilot had his own scars from the wounds he'd suffered when he was separated from Moya, but they were healing very nicely. The tissue grafts had been a definite success for him.
"It's going... swimmingly!" Pilot replied with bright enthusiasm. "I enjoy swimming very much. It makes me happy. Do you like swimming too?" How wonderful it was that swimming was a thing here, and that there appeared to be many humans who enjoyed it just like he did. It was perhaps a small comfort for his otherwise depressing situation, but it was still a comfort nonetheless.
Water Bug || open to mutuals
{ This is for Pilot's MCU verse! Any muses who might be in or around the Avengers training compound are welcome to jump in. Also, feel free to reply with multiple muses, if you're so inclined. I can always add some of mine as well, too. =) Also, when I imagine Pilot swimming, I think of deep sea isopods! This clip shows how they can sometimes swim upside down, although they do swim rightside up too. But I imagine Pilot swimming like that, just... with his larger legs still and pulled in close while his smaller little leggies in the back propel him along. I feel like he's equally as comfortable swimming upside down as he is rightside up, and he can hold his breath for several minutes at a time. }
Pilot spent a lot of time in the large training pool at the Avengers compound. His home planet had a lot of water, and his species were excellent swimmers. Although it was very nice for him to reconnect with something he'd loved so much before being joined to Moya, Pilot still missed her immensely. Swimming helped to pass the time and keep himself active while his tissue grafts continued to heal, but... it was no substitute for hearing Moya's voice in his own mind.
Although Rygel and Aeryn had chosen not to accept the humans' help with regard to the counseling services they offered, Pilot and Zhaan had. Talking to someone about his feelings regarding being separated from Moya was helping him greatly, even if the human therapist didn't always understand what he was talking about. Sometimes he and Zhaan went to therapy together, so that at least if the therapist needed further explanation of their species, cultures, or everyday life aboard Moya, Zhaan could help him out with some of that. Little by little, Pilot was learning to be happy again... in his own way.
The only thing he did not like about the pool was the excessive amounts of chlorine in it. Apparently, humans had no better way of sterilizing water than this? It didn't bother his chitin carapace or his softer, unarmored parts, necessarily, but his eyes... Oh, his poor eyes burned from all that chlorine. Nevertheless, Pilot went for a swim anyway and was happily gliding the length of the pool, back and forth, until he noticed he was not alone.
"Hello," he greeted the other, his large armored head poking out of the water. "Am I obstructing your use of the pool?" he asked politely, understanding that not everyone was fully comfortable around him. Some of the humans seemed a bit unsettled by him, whether by his size or appearance, and so he tried his best to be understanding of their fear and discomfort. Perhaps, in time, they would see that he meant no harm.
Private Muse: Pilot
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