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Chapter 8 of Chrysalis🦋 is now available to all patrons! Ian gets grabby. Lloyd makes a daring escape. A púca offers them both a ride 😈
all I'm sayin is Flora would make a super cute Daisy if she were in the #SuperMarioMovie
“Ian, wha-”
"We're going to figure this thing out together, yeah? I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'm with you. So you don’t have to hide. You don't have to do that ‘safety first’ thing."
"We do need to get you safe, but... you don't have to do that with me.”
"... nnn-o way that's natural. Lemmeee see your roots." She slurs, grabbing at Lloyd's hood. He panics as her hand brushes near his concealed antennae.
Ian surges forward, interposing himself.
"Hey, he's not feeling great right now. Why don't you give him some space, yeah?"
Lloyd stares out the bus window, trying to ignore the dim outline of his reflection. Silvery hair peeks out to frame his rounder, softer face. Reddish-purple streaks swirl through his eyes.
He pulls away and looks down at his feet. Bruises from the manacles circle his ankles.
A seed slips down his throat. Lloyd’s stomach cramps, then warms. His bones move and shrink. His skin feels softer. His hips wider. There’s a weight on his chest, his body’s changing, shifting into -
“I can’t tear you apart.
But I can return the wrapper to its original form.“
Tiny Dancer! =D Drawn during stream last night with @CandlesLantern . SUCH A NICE TIME! Can't wait to do it again soon =3
Something creaks outside the door. Lloyd turns, and as he does he catches sight of himself in a mirror.
His face is strange and alien, yellow eyes framed by long white hair, four downy arms, skin too pale to ever be mistaken for human -
It’s him after all.
Her.
Lyra.