Black and white art of my OC Vanquish holding onto Prince Orpheus' hands gently. You can only see their hands. They both have long claws and you can see the wrist detailing of Van's arm prostethic on her wrist, and Orpheus' tattoos on his forearm.
Orpheus is lying on bed, tucked on furs and lavish pillows, lowlights hanging from his walls, beside him. Several hybrid holo screens hover above, he flicks at them occasionally with a finger, a psionic command. They're a marry of magic and technology the githyanki had pulled through the Tear with them, all extending out a small hovering silver box, glowing purple, glowing blue. Psionic locked, of course. Not a psion? Fuck out of luck.
At his reply, she walks a little softer. Slower. Puts down her bags of things gentler. Takes a small pouch with her as she joins him on the bed, nudging him over with a hip. “Make some room.”
A wince as he moves, but still with ease. A body as old as –she’d never really asked– just far older than it looks. Soaked in Vlaakith Corp tech, in githyanki physiology that didn’t ever belong here, now has to. He’s fitter, agile, more powerful than near anyone she knows–
–but she touches his hand now, a sharp breath
–but she twists their fingers together, tense
–but she leans into his head, half hidden in his hood
agony.
DOLL PARTS🔌💜
SPOT ART SPOTLIGHT
ch2 - can't get no sleep excerpt
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