I Stop My Hand Midair. If I Touch Her There Everything About Me Will Be True.

I stop my hand midair. If I touch her there everything about me will be true.

Nikki Finney, “The Aureole” (via tenderblues)

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“That makes sense,” She agrees. At first, when Lucie was smaller, she could sneak her to New Ephyra, show her new sights that the swarm could never. But now that another war had occurred, she needed to keep her away, not only because the COG would hunt her down but also that was not where she was needed. Both of them were needed to fight the Swarm, in ways neither the Outsiders nor the COG could on the battlefield.

 “Haven’t been doing a whole lot of anarchy lately, which kinda sucks” she adds nonchalantly, ”But I’ve been making sure no nests pop out in these ruins. Last thing anyone wants really at this time.”

This war had taken her focus away from both the COG and the Outsiders. If she were to focus on them both, she feels that the Swarm would only take them out and then her in the end.

Lucie slithers away from Shima’s chest to inspect the one called ‘Grin’. True they were of the same genetic makeup, she felt no connection to the Swarm, but this one was no different. She approaches him slowly sniffing the ground next to him, before moving closer, trying to catch his scent in order to become more familiar with this one like her.

The walls collapse as she falls through them. Impacting to the ground, she groans in pain, having been thrown into the wall. Her mask is partially broken as someone could practically see her eyes and parts of her white hair. She definitely tried to fight something big. It wasn’t going well, even more so now that there was more swarm incoming, or so she thought. As she looks up, her eyes widen in terror, and she tries to get away.

Scrambling, she tries to grab her rifle as a large, dark grey pouncer land in front of her, placing herself between what she thinks is a swarm soldier and Shima, her beloved guardian, the one who took care of her when she was severed from the swarm. Growling at the attacker, ready to strike quills if needed.

Meanwhile, Shima’s trying to catch her breath, as she tries to load some bullets, be they of the freezing or the acidic, it didn’t matter. As soon as she finishes she holds up her rifle as she prepares to take aim.

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