#flowerofthevoid

Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

Send me a 'CONFESS!' and my character will have to truthfully admit one thing they find sexually attractive about your character.

A new body, a new universe, new biology, new everything - and then there were the dreams, memories of that old universe where he'd held the stars in the palm of his hand. The worst of the dreams had been last night - she'd said she couldn't wake him and he'd just cried and whispered the same words. "I don't want to go." He'd tried to avoid her worried gaze all day, tried to ignore it as Jackie and Pete and even Mickey responded in turn to Rose's worry over him. Felt like everyone was watching him. 

They were still watching him, glancing from the corners of their eyes as small talk was made over dinner. It felt just like those first weeks, when they hadn't known what to make of him, how to react to John Smith's sudden addition to their nuclear family. He was changing everything about them in the same way adding neutrons completely alters the genetic makeup of a single element. They'd been gold; he turned them into mercury. They still didn't know what to make of him.

As his thoughts continued to twist, John tried to ignore them and focus on the food in front of him. Rose had been a real trooper in those first two months and was an absolute saint now. She'd filled most every bizarre combination his stomach had come up with. Tonight, though it had been at least a week since he'd made such a request, John's dinner consisted of nothing more than an extra large banana split. Jackie had laughed and hugged him when she saw what waited at the head of the table.

Why had they even invited the rest of them over? John knew the answer to that one too, of course. He and Rose were slowly getting settled in their own place and they both enjoyed celebrating the small milestones. Tonight's was the new appliances he'd installed himself. Still, John wasn't feeling very in the mood. The previous night's dream had left him queasy and honestly scared.

"Excuse me," he said finally, leaving half his meal untouched while the others were fixing their desserts. Rising from the table, he paused only long enough to kiss the top of Rose's head before stepping out of the dining room. He wanted to go outside, wanted to feel the air of this other universe on his skin, but opening the front door and wandering out it might worry Rose. 

I’ve been stuck at my follower count too.

"Oi, watch your step! I may be short but 'm not invisible."

i am allergic to chocolate. ARE YOU TRYING TO MURDER ME OR PUT ME IN A CHOCOLATE COMA? ily bby and none of this is true. Now shhh.