It sounded good enough in my head
Or maybe I'm getting too desperate
Part I: Intertwined
Weathered
He wonders if her pod is shrinking, slowly suffocating him to death. Where has the coziness of their intimacy gone? Why does he no longer feel like belonging in her arms?
So he blames the scorching weather outside and sets to disentangle himself from her embrace, her arm wound so tightly around his chest that it's chocking him, almost as if she's afraid he'd run away in the middle of the night.
…and turn to the other side…
…resurrect skeleton king…
…and maybe fry her circuitry in the process…
He takes yet another deep breath as he slips away, convincing himself he's just under the weather.
It happens a couple of nights later in his pod, that pit of dread settling into his stomach, his heart writhing within the confines of his ribcage as he struggles for breath. She stirs, not quite awake to sense his distress but awake enough to sleepily pull him closer and rub soothing circles on his back.
He realizes her arms are encaging him after a few weeks of sleeplessness and elevated heartbeat.
It's not the weather after all.
So I'll most likely update within a couple of days :/ (tomorrowish?)
I really hope you enjoyed this. Do let me know what you think (even if you hate it). Constructive criticism is appreciated.
