thevoidcomes:

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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.

“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.”

Celestialess followed along obediently, now holding her hair in against herself as much as she could and mutedly observed the curious blue creature in her own time.

He was very scared, it seemed. She didn’t want that. Perhaps a promise of never coming back?

“…I will try not to get… Displaced in your habitat again…” The celestial being tried softly.

Syx swallowed and keyed up the main door they used to exit the large bots through. At least the ceilings here were tall, but he still eyed her hair nervously, “I… just don’t want you to… swallow anything I love.”

His voice was barely over a whisper. Desperately he tried not to picture the hole that had swallowed his entire childhood.