""Why you ask?" he says, and the translation computer is across the room by now, so I primarily hear it in his own voice, an octave below where it would usually be. He taps the question-particle with one claw, bop bop, into the flesh of my arm. "Want big strong sexy Eridian to hold you down?" Tap tap, again, and I can almost feel the point of that claw through the xenonite. I think it feels sharp."
Look I did say I'll take a break but then @twwings wrote T’hy’la and it's literally the scenario I've been thinking about since phm came out, down to Rocky pinning Grace's thigh to the side. What am I supposed to do, not draw something for this fantastically written, funny and really really hot fic?? Please.
Also yes whatever I forgot the xenonite suit but hey look at all those nice pencil lines and crazy perspective
