aprettygirl | EVE'S HEART

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EVE'S HEART

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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...she ruffles his hair.

"Don't worry too much about breaking things . . . thank you."

Okay. You're welcome.

[and he's off... to go explore the plant growth over the ship :|a]

The ship is reasonably whole, but badly damaged enough that it won't fly again without some serious work. Its name -- scuffed, scratched, and obscured, but still legible if you squint past the things obscuring it -- is THE NIGHT LORD.

The vines are a riot of colours, with a variety of species, many with colourful blooms. Oddly, you can see wire threaded through their stems and leaves, and a metallic sheen to parts of the leaves and flowers -- they're partly artificial.

There is a web underneath them, of what appears to be a latticed web of . . . flesh . . .? that anchors the ship down just as firmly as the vines do. It's kind of gross.