I'm rotting inside
My flesh turns to dust
It regards her quietly, observantly. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has. Starlace is here, their gazes laced together. It remembers her dying, how the twins destroyed them. Her body was limp on the beach even as the scarlet-red waves lapped at her. Not much time lapsed until the flies swarmed her.
It watched her then as memories flashed across closed eyelids. The twins thought them both dead, murdered by an obnoxious beam of light and power; but it takes more than that to kill Infection.
A jagged grin stretches across its cracked lips as a gleam of amusement reaches the putrid green of its eyes. ”You know well those twins were ours,” it edges closer, reaching for her skin and tracing its mouth down the length of her spine, tasting her again after all these years. ”Somehow I survived but you didn’t,” its voice rasps from neglect, the words crawling like spiders from the depths of its throat, ”Survival of the fittest, I presume.” But it knows that she already has a rebuttal to protest the statement; it would be unlike her to accept any insult, no matter how heavily coated in humor it is. ”Speaking of which, our lines together still continue and still thrive,” a primal growl rises and vibrates through its hollow core as it unwillingly peels from the cold of her skin. Different, and yet the same.
Drawing in her scent, it remembers their evenings together. How many children did they bring into this untamed world? It remembers their empire, their surge of power over the Chamber and Tundra. Together, they were a relentless pair, and although love did not exist in its heart or in the fucks, there was still a magnetic field that hindered much stray.
Since her demise, it has become reclusive and silent.
”A while,” it confesses bitterly because she knows what it yearned for – kings, queens, hands of power – but now it consumes lowly deer in the shrouded darkness. ”This world has greatly changed.” While once, it was a tertiary predator, a murderer, a fearsome creature, the allure of its abilities has stagnated with the uprising of more formidable powers. There are more unique means of killing, ones that surpass its own capabilities. Rolling its shoulders, it turns its head to look at her and to search the eyes of its only Queen. ”Why now?” The question is simple, but curious. It has been half a century, if not longer. For what purpose, it wonders does she return to Beqanna now.
infection
@[Starlace]