Kent/Feldspar
Dec. 13th, 2024 07:37 pm"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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Date: 2025-04-24 01:49 am (UTC)"Goddamn," he breathes, the touch to his cock like electricity. "I'm not going to last," he warns.
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Date: 2025-04-25 01:57 am (UTC)"You have so many plans," he murmurs.
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Date: 2025-04-26 12:59 pm (UTC)Feldspar wraps their arms around him and holds him good and tight. “I’ll take care of the hatchling.”
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Date: 2025-04-26 06:04 pm (UTC)Feldspar sleeps the sleep of the dead, rousing when they hear the hatchling snuffling and cooing in their crib. They get up to feed them, marveling at their pretty eyes and cute little face.
“I bet you were the cutest egg too,” they declare, bringing them back into the bed with them.
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Date: 2025-04-26 10:16 pm (UTC)Kent falls back asleep and when the morning comes, he stands up and takes the waking hatchling in his arms and against his chest. He straps them in so he can have his hands while he works, and makes sure to put on pants.
"Alright, time for Papa to make breakfast."
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