Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…
He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.
Syx thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest as he watched the cloud of black, pinks, and oranges that were her hair swallow the old bomb. Sinking to the floor, he just stared in horror, shocked to even be alive.
“You… boom…” a hysterical laugh leaked out of him as he tried to regain control of his functions.
Registering that something had blown up in her hair finally, Celestialess tried to sink lower to the ground, reaching up and trying to gather he gaseous hair with a small amount of difficulty. Eventually she had it mostly pulled around her form and not waving off in all directions.
“….Apologies. I don’t feel my hair… Like I do my physical form…”
“Ah… yes… well… that makes sense?” Syx’s wide green eyes where still glued to where the bomb had been. A hand pressed firmly over his hammering heart, he stood on unsteady feet and eased backwards, “T-this way.”
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