[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya noticed the change in Abathur's voice, her own surprise clouding her mind for a moment. This sincerity, the hushed tone... It was almost sensual, so intimate. Aya's heart raced for a minute, the change in tone apparently making her anxious. The tortoiseshell tore her eyes from the waves as the spider turned to face her, her mind assessing his words as she struggled to comprehend them; the scenery, the company, it was distracting her.
Shifted.. realities? Her gaze shifted upward, staring at her own familiar sky. She couldn't even imagine waking up and looking at a totally different set of constellations. Though maybe that her own lack of imagination. Her gaze shifted back down to the spider. He didn't look so old, but of course it was different bodies, different timelines, different.. "Your eyes are purple." Aya observed softly, not meaning it to come out so... Intimate.
She blinked, looking away. "I, uhm- no, I don't need anything. You just seemed a little lonely." A little? He had basically just told her everyone he had ever known was dead or no longer existent, and it had happened before, too. There was a long moment of discomfort. "Are you going to try and make a way back?" She questioned suddenly, her usual enthusiastic science tone returning, if a little forcibly. "I can help, if you are! I mean, I'd like to, but if you're not then, I-I can help with that too, or try." She stared aggressively at the ocean, refusing to see what the fuck kind of reaction she'd created with that mess of a sentence.
Gods, she was usually pretty well-spoken. She'd asked a man to collect limbs and organs easier than this totally regular damned conversation. Maybe building a monster with a person changed the social game?
Shifted.. realities? Her gaze shifted upward, staring at her own familiar sky. She couldn't even imagine waking up and looking at a totally different set of constellations. Though maybe that her own lack of imagination. Her gaze shifted back down to the spider. He didn't look so old, but of course it was different bodies, different timelines, different.. "Your eyes are purple." Aya observed softly, not meaning it to come out so... Intimate.
She blinked, looking away. "I, uhm- no, I don't need anything. You just seemed a little lonely." A little? He had basically just told her everyone he had ever known was dead or no longer existent, and it had happened before, too. There was a long moment of discomfort. "Are you going to try and make a way back?" She questioned suddenly, her usual enthusiastic science tone returning, if a little forcibly. "I can help, if you are! I mean, I'd like to, but if you're not then, I-I can help with that too, or try." She stared aggressively at the ocean, refusing to see what the fuck kind of reaction she'd created with that mess of a sentence.
Gods, she was usually pretty well-spoken. She'd asked a man to collect limbs and organs easier than this totally regular damned conversation. Maybe building a monster with a person changed the social game?
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