thevoidcomes:

syx-blue:

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.

She floated there, in the middle of the room.

A nine foot tall figure of a woman made of pure black. The void, like Syx was panicking over.

Although, inside of her form could be seen space itself, galaxies, nebulae, stars aplenty, and the hair that flowed from her perceived head was gaseous, brilliant hues of blue, pink and yellow all swirling about her and giving off the smell of a sweet rum.

The figure didn’t move, or even blink it’s eyes, which were a glowing red in the mass of black on her face, even as Syx had his crisis. Just floated, a dull rushing sound like wind? Perhaps. It came from her as well.

—-

Celestialess was having a hard time catching up to what was going on around her.

She had been moving from one place to another one second, and in somewhere she hadn’t been planning on the next.

Then a blue humanoid thing had come in, zipping about like a fast little, well, everything was fast to her, and it was taking a long time for her to realise that this being wasn’t breathing properly. Was it sick?

What was it that Al had taught her… There was so much, but she latched onto what he’d said might help her not be seen as a threat.

Very slowly, Celestialess blinked and brought her hands up, holding them up at her chest and showing her palms (not that there was much to see) and after ten seconds, her blink was complete and a loud, static sound began to come from her, as well as a multi-toned and multi-layered voice, predominantly feminine.

“ I Mean….No…. Harm….. Are you alright?” She asks, taking at least half a minute to communicate. 

Nearly hyperventilating, Syx and backed up into a corner, back pressed against a wall. It was bad enough with the t h i n g just staring at him. Then it spoke. It was hard to even process what it said. 

The sounds it made, how slowly, all when his heart was beating for fast and loud in his ears. 

Finally, he croaked out, “Wha- what?!”