😴 lifebringer gal carrying her into their ship...
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what gal holds is not a body at first, but a black void cradled carefully between massive palms. it churns and coils in on itself, dense with lifetimes stacked atop lifetimes, memories grinding together until they blur into rage, fury, fear, and a hollow sense of abandonment. it is a living absence, a gravity well of thought and feeling, threatening to tear at the edges of reality if it is allowed to fully unfurl. space bends subtly around it, light stretching thin, time stuttering as though unsure how to pass.
his hands remain steady anyway, protective rather than restraining, carrying the void through the quiet expanse toward the ship. the hull looms ahead, radiant and impossibly calm in contrast to what he holds, a sanctuary of creation brushing up against something that has seen too much of the end.
slowly, the void responds. the violent churn eases, its edges softening as if remembering a different shape. claws retract, lengthening and smoothing until they become fingers. the black limbs that once spiraled from her back unravel and spill downward, thinning into the dark fall of hair. the distortion fades, space snapping gently back into place as the weight of infinity condenses into something smaller, something fragile.
ahmya settles into herself again. human once more, breath shallow but real, exhaustion pulling heavy through every limb. the fury quiets, the fear dulls, leaving only bone-deep fatigue and the relief of no longer holding the universe at bay.
she is tired, unbearably so, but she is no longer alone. she lies safely in his large hands, carried without judgment, without demand, toward warmth, light, and rest.