One-Shot #7 Tendrills
Living with a slender held so many exciting things, especially if you have a scientific mind. One of the most facinating things about them to me were their tendrills. I was sitting down in our new garage. We finally got that house we wanted. It had cost a lot of money, so Tom decided to try to DIY as many things as he could. He was working on a bed frame now. I was sketching, occasionally looking up and over to him.
This let me see just how conveniant his tendrills proved to be. In slender form, it was as though he had ten arms rather than just two, eight of those extremly flexible and unbelievably strong. Like this, he could do ,alone, the work that would require many men to get done, and probably do it in half the time too. He was so calculating. Every gesture he did was done with an inhuman precision. Never, not even once, did he complain of a mistake. I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't make any, or simply because he was very patient. His aura let nothing to show on his current mood, he was too focused.
I don't think it's that much of an expected sight to have pretty much the Slenderman in your garage, building furniture, but to me, this was my every day life. And I loved it that way. He let his tools fall, taking a break. Fadding from sight, he quickly reapeared in the room with a can of soda. I raised a brow and looked on in surprise when he set all eight of his tendrills against the ground and raised his feet in the air. He was sitting off the ground, supported entirely by his tendrills in a spider like way. "Do they ever get tired?" He turned towards me, smirking in a way that showed his fangs. "Yeah, but it takes a lot of time." I nodded.
I continued to scribble on my drawing. A little blue here, a little green there. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I felt his presence behind me. I didn't even know he had moved. He didn't even make a sound when he moved like this. Heat went to my cheeks when I heard the unique sound of his breathing. It was the single most soothing sound in the world to me. I looked over my shoulder to see him, gazing at his shadowy tendrills that wavered in the air in rythm to the countless songs that filled his mind. "What's it like to have tendrills?"
I'm not too sure what happened next. He tilted his head to the side, his tendrills suddently still. He then spun me around and rested his forehead against mine. My breath caught in my throat. I felt his tendrills move behind me and press against my back. I gasped slightly when I felt an odd numbness spread from my back, and then a buzz of static traveling from the place where our foreheads met all the way down my spine.
And then I could feel, as though they were my own. I was stunned. I could feel every little gust of air against them, despite us being in doors. I could feel slight electrical currents in the air. I willed one to move, and it did. It wasn't much, but their simple presence, there, showed me how much raw power they held. They felt like they did, that's for sure... The tendrills then disconnected from my back and he leaned backwards, clutching his head and frowning.
I was still stunned by what just happened. "Are...are you ok?" He nodded, wincing as he did so. "Yeah, just tired." I subconciously touched my back. "How...How did you do that?" He turned his attention back to me, his head tilted to the side again. "I...don't know. I acted on instinct." He retracted his tendrills into his back. I smiled. He sounded so tired. Part of me just wanted to hug him and give him a cookie. I guess that was my maternal instinct rising.
After his breathing had returned to normal, he looked back to the project he had started. "I...don't think I can finish that tonight. That drained me. You wanted to know if my tendrills could get tired, well...they are." I shakily stood up, his hand reaching out to help me even if he was exhausted. I stood up as tall as I could and invited him for a kiss. Suddently, I felt the static of his mind strenghten. His energy returned to him. We broke apart for air and I gazed intently where his eyes should be. Even if he was eyeless at the moment, his stare was no less caring. "You should act on instinct more often." He only chuckled, bending down to kiss the side of my neck. I felt a shiver go down my spine.
A single one of his tendrills extended and wrapped around my swollen abdomen, gently massaging it. I rested my head against his scarf, and nothing else seemed to matter in this world. "Hey Tom?" "Hmm?" "Thanks for showing me that. You have no idea what that does to the scientist in me." He chuckled again. "I hope it helped the artist in you too." He motioned towards my drawing. I blushed. I had been drawing him.