“Siphoning?” I murmured, noting his sparklies were no longer sparking as they once had before.
He felt tired while I felt rejuvenated. Shit. I’d done that to him?
“No. Wake up and take it back!” I barked. My hands settled on his chest and I tried to think his magicks back to him. The harder I tried, I merely raised my blood pressure maybe, but not much else. Aghast, I shot up from the bed. What if touching him was still siphoning from him and it made him even more tired? What if it… “Oh god.” My hand went to my trembling lips. I didn’t even want to think it. The mess from our love making was sticky and started to seep from me generously, until I was glancing around for a bathroom. My senses felt hot, on high alert. I was attuned to everything. While I couldn’t see the bathroom, it’s like my instincts told me where it was.
Once inside the hidden door disguised as a wall, I made use of the facilities, washing up. One look at my face in the mirror as my head lifted from where it was bowed to splash cold water over my face, and an ugly noise, a caught scream and a shriek jumbling, left me.
“What the hell?” I barked, gaping at the purple and aqua blue melded eyes and sparklies shooting off my shoulders in distress. Panicked, needing my Troll, I went to slap my hand to the doorknob, but my hand went right through. A shrill scream left me as my hand, now transparent and kinda… sloshy looking, like living water, slipped right through it. Scream after scream left me, until those tortured noises started to sound wet, really wet, and I found the ground getting closer and closer as I literally dissolved into a puddle where I had once been standing.
Pure liquid water, I slid under the bathroom door. Help! Someone help me! Please! I wanted Segrid. He was my driving thought as I made it to the other side and headed right for him. As getting to him materialized in my mind, the thought of him enough to ease my panic, I realized I was growing as I reached my destination.
Stopped right before the bed, my body merely wet but wholly Human once more, I gaped down at my once more solid form. No, don’t touch him. I’d just been about to reach out to my Troll and seek him, his warmth and comfort. You might hurt him and look what this siphoning did?! It obviously weakened him. What if it did worse? What if… No.
I knew I did something, was capable of some kind of oddity, and that’s what had initially drawnhiscuriosity towards me.He’dsaid as much, that I was unique, the he could sense I wasn’t like all the rest, but left it at that. Would he want me even more now? My skin crawled at the thought. I wanted to turn to water and ram myself downhisthroat, then turn to Human while deep inside him just to feel him explode from the inside out and choke on me.
Why was I siphoning so much from Segrid? As a shudder rushed over me at the thought of one day taking too much from him, knowing I’d rather die than harm my sanctuary, I went to rub my hand along the gooseflesh erupting along my arm to stop short at the sleek, off colored skin adorning my forearm. “No… No, no, no,” I whispered in horror. Fur? Why was I sprouting fur? Why was the unfurred flesh almost rubbery, and dark? “No.” It grew hard to talk as something burst from my gums. A whimper left me as my hands raised, knowing what I’d assumed I’d find there. I wasn’t expecting to find my fingernails with long green claws growing from them and my fingers looking like I’d dipped them in jet black ink. The ink dipped look tapered off into long, speckles of freckles. A noise left me, the sound not quite Human, rife with pain, distress. My hair fell forward, a thick mass of greens, blues, and blacks. I looked like an oddly painted pony, spots of bright white and black speckles.
What was happening to me?! I was a monster!
Shaking, panicked, I snatched up my pants, opting to steal Segrid’s shirt instead of wearing my own. My stomach chose that moment to growl like it might eat me. Maybe it would in this form? What did I know anymore? Obviously nothing! Slowly making my way to the table, I caught sight of the odd, disfigured face staring back at me through my reflection in a large, shiny silver dish Segrid had mounted to the wall, and I wished to god I hadn’t. My face was splashed with white down the middle of my face, black on the sides like a weird skunk. My nose was hooked, nostrils flared. Horse face came to mind, my odd, glowing eyes eerie, flashing red. I was the stuff of nightmares. My stomach gave another rumbling growl. My mouth felt parched. I was as thirsty as I was hungry. Tea. Food. Hunger.
Grabbing up my tea from the table, I gulped it down, then Segrid’s. There was the pot of tea he’d already prepared, and I drank most of that, too. My mouth was so dry and cottony feeling. Filling Segrid’s mug with the last of the tea, leaving it for him, I lifted the cup, tempted, but only allowed myself a deep inhale before I went to try and figure out his handle pump to help myself to some sink water. That was when I caught my first whiff. Sun butter and… bacon? The drawing board. Wrapped up in napkins, I found two sun butter and bacon sandwiches made with thick slices of what looked and smelled like homemade bread. At least, that was what my nose told me as I picked one up and brought it to my snoot.
Taking a huge bite and chewing, like I hadn’t eaten in a week and I might die if I didn’t, my gaze kept going to Segrid. I wanted to go over and make sure he was okay, but now, instead of worrying about him hurting me, I was terrified I might somehow harm him.
I should call someone, have them check on him… One more once over of the room and my bite and chew fest slowed. Sun butter and bacon sandwiches were the best. Why had I not thought of this before? And why did my male not have a damned phone?
Walking his sandwich to his seat and setting it in front of his place setting, my stomach began to gnaw at me, but not in a hunger like no other kind of threat to eat itself. “S-segrid?” My voice caught. I had to clear it twice before I called out to him again. Yet again, it cracked and faltered. Biting at the inside of my cheek as my eyes began to sting, I polished off my sandwich, helped myself to several glasses of water, until I felt like a damned camel and my belly was sloshing with it, and then approached the bed where my beloved slumbered.
Was I the knight approaching the fair maiden in this scenario? Or the villain? I felt like a villain. He looked so… restful, just laying there, softly breathing, passed thehelloout.
“Seg?” I croaked out uncertainly. Hesitantly, I reached out and gave him a teeny, tiny poke on his shoulder. Lifting my finger up to examine it when nothing happened, my eyebrows lifted. I gave him another poke, this time a little harder.
Segrid’s mouth opened and he let out a godawful sound, a noisy cough of a snore with plenty of phlegm in it that had me jumping, letting out a shriek, jerking back, then promptly spontaneously bursting into a million tiny droplets of water that fell to the floor to melt into a puddle of Viv at the side of the bed.
I’d panicked and literally ‘wet’ myself?! What the fuck, man?! My freak out didn’t help my need to get myself back together, literally, and turn Human-y again.
My gaze kept going to the large, square shaped feet dangling off the end of his bed. What if he woke and stepped in me?! Think, Viv, think!
Shifting my liquidy buns, I sloshed my way toward the door. The clothes I’d been wearing came along for the ride, wet and balled up, rolling along with me. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t touch him, and there was no way in hell I wanted Seg to see me like this. He probably wouldn’t want to touch me if he saw me all liquid gooey either.
A burbling noise of pure misery left me, his name nothing more than soapy looking bubbles as I let out a liquid goopy howl.
Segrid made a weird snuffling noise then, and the panic increased tenfold.
Noooo. Another long burble left me.
Get yourself together, Vivienne!! Concentrating, focusing on being Human once more with everything I had in me, I closed what passed for eyes in this form. Human. Human. Human. Human. I kept chanting it over and over until a wave of dizziness hit me and I felt my feet, if wet, pressing into the floor.
One peek down and my rematerialized shoulders slumped. My webbed toes peeked, the inky blackness that had overtaken my hands covering my feet and creeping up my ankles to spread into the splotchy dots. My toes had that same alarming green, thick, pointed claws. I couldn’t put socks on these suckers! Wrangling my pants back on, clawing them up accidentally in the process as my toe claws caught on them again and again, I’d just picked up Segrid’s shirt and began to stuff it over my thick snarl of hair when he made a snore of a snort noise.
Freezing with my arms up, claws and arms wriggling to get the shirt to slink down my body, I turned to spy the male through the neck hole. Blissfully on, if gargling his own drool, he slept.
The shirt chose that moment to slink down my body, ballooning out like an oversized dress. Muumuu it is.
Studying my male, I couldn’t just leave him like that. Walking over to him, mouth screwing up as I tried to come up with a solution, he mumbled my name, a sleepy sigh, and rolled a little. Hmm.
Grabbing up my discarded shirt, wrapping my hand in it, I gently nudged his hip. My gaze kept going to an impossibly thick rump. Troll King got back. Having myself an ogle, praying I didn’t wake him up, I gave a firm cheek a nice little slap of a shirt covered hand clap. A groan of a moan left my Troll, my name tumbling from his lips, and he dutifully rolled, and promptly flopped flat onto his belly.
