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eaemiliaTitle: The Tallest Tower: excerpt 2
Word Count: 934
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if applicable): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): some language
The next morning found me knocking on Cat’s door. When she opened it, she looked immaculate and incredibly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“We have some things we need to talk about.”
She took a deep breath, but she did open the door wider and let me in.
Grabbing her desk, I pulled it out into the middle of the room, so I could face her when she sat on her bed.
“What would you start with?” she asked as she closed the door and walked over to me.
“First off, what the hell was that thing?”
When I had woken up this morning, my first thoughts had been of Mr. Tentacle Man, and although I had been prepared to think of him fondly and with love, I found myself filled with disgust instead. He had tentacles, tentacles! Which, I could overlook, they were only on his back, but he wasn’t even hot. He had been kind of busted in fact. The only upsides that I could think of were that he had a nice voice, and he smelled good.
And that wasn’t even factoring in the whole murder thing, and the fact that he had kidnapped me in order to bring me to his boss, who was probably, definitely, Iapetus.
“We’re not quite sure,” Cat admitted. “That was the first time we saw him, and we still don’t have an id on him yet. As far as we can tell, his name was Ken Jones, and he was a biomedical engineer, but that’s not confirmed yet. We do know that somehow he managed to graft tentacles on his back though.”
“Yeah, I kind of noticed that part,” I said drily. I had been the one to hang upside down from them. “But that doesn’t explain why I felt a sudden and intense sexual attraction to him and thought that he was my one true love and we were going to be together forever and ever.”
“He had some sort of pheromone that he used to lure people to him. It would smell different to everyone, but it would be the most wonderful thing they had smelled.” Well that was true. I was still mourning the fact that there wasn’t some sort of chocolate deliciousness waiting for me. “And it would draw people to him, and then he’d kill them.”
“Wait, how didn’t it affect you?” Because seriously, it was not fair that I was reduced to some romantic sap, and she had been perfectly fine, and it was not just the fact that she was a lesbian that had protected her because the Galaxy Witch was straight, and she hadn’t been affected either.
“It didn’t seem to work on everyone, that’s how we knew something was going on, and the Galaxy Witch has a spell for that.”
Of course she did.
Because she is the fucking app store.
“So,” she said, “are you still going to kill me? Cause I was getting some pretty murderous vibes off of you yesterday.”
“No. Though I’m still pretty mad about you sticking me into a freezing cold shower. I think that was pretty uncalled for,” I said narrowing my eyes.
She shrugged. “I had to get all of the slime from him off you somehow, and you wouldn’t tell me if he touched you anywhere else, so it was all in, or I’d have to worry about the effects of the pheromone being more permanent. I wasn’t really paying attention to the water’s temperature at the time.”
Alright, that made sense. I couldn’t really fault her for trying to save me from a life of being in love with a tentacle covered man. I shuddered at the thought of that. Worst possible lover ever. While, I’m sure some people would disagree, those who liked tentacles and Stockholm syndrome, but I wasn’t really one for that.
“Well next time, at least try to heat up the water some. It was really freaking cold, and then I had to walk back to Eastman and stand outside for a while because I didn’t have my keys, and I could have died because of you.”
“Sorry,” she said. “If I had known, I would have made you stay, but you seemed pretty pissed, and I didn’t want to wake up to you smothering me with a pillow, so I figured it would be best to let you go.”
“It’s alright. I all my fingers are still intact, and my hair remains fabulous.” I flipped my hair around and smiled at her.
Cat laughed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that your hair survived the cold. I’d have been heartbroken if you came back and even a single strand of your hair had been frozen due to my actions.”
Giggling, I said, “That’s good. I’m not sure if I could be friends with someone who doesn’t understand the seriousness of hair’s survival.”
She grinned at me, but almost as soon as it had graced her face, a far more solemn expression took its place. “How are your roommates? They looked pretty scared yesterday.”
The smile fell off my face too. “They’re okay, but I was kind of rude to them yesterday. Everything was still messed up, and I pretty much told them to go fuck themselves.”
“Well, I hope that it was worded a bit nicer than that.”
“It was, but the sentiment was the same. I’ll have to apologize to them later. They were only trying to be nice to me, but I didn’t want to talk about it, so I was being a total bitch.”
“I’m sure they’ll understand.”
Word Count: 934
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: original
Pairings (if applicable): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): some language
The next morning found me knocking on Cat’s door. When she opened it, she looked immaculate and incredibly surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“We have some things we need to talk about.”
She took a deep breath, but she did open the door wider and let me in.
Grabbing her desk, I pulled it out into the middle of the room, so I could face her when she sat on her bed.
“What would you start with?” she asked as she closed the door and walked over to me.
“First off, what the hell was that thing?”
When I had woken up this morning, my first thoughts had been of Mr. Tentacle Man, and although I had been prepared to think of him fondly and with love, I found myself filled with disgust instead. He had tentacles, tentacles! Which, I could overlook, they were only on his back, but he wasn’t even hot. He had been kind of busted in fact. The only upsides that I could think of were that he had a nice voice, and he smelled good.
And that wasn’t even factoring in the whole murder thing, and the fact that he had kidnapped me in order to bring me to his boss, who was probably, definitely, Iapetus.
“We’re not quite sure,” Cat admitted. “That was the first time we saw him, and we still don’t have an id on him yet. As far as we can tell, his name was Ken Jones, and he was a biomedical engineer, but that’s not confirmed yet. We do know that somehow he managed to graft tentacles on his back though.”
“Yeah, I kind of noticed that part,” I said drily. I had been the one to hang upside down from them. “But that doesn’t explain why I felt a sudden and intense sexual attraction to him and thought that he was my one true love and we were going to be together forever and ever.”
“He had some sort of pheromone that he used to lure people to him. It would smell different to everyone, but it would be the most wonderful thing they had smelled.” Well that was true. I was still mourning the fact that there wasn’t some sort of chocolate deliciousness waiting for me. “And it would draw people to him, and then he’d kill them.”
“Wait, how didn’t it affect you?” Because seriously, it was not fair that I was reduced to some romantic sap, and she had been perfectly fine, and it was not just the fact that she was a lesbian that had protected her because the Galaxy Witch was straight, and she hadn’t been affected either.
“It didn’t seem to work on everyone, that’s how we knew something was going on, and the Galaxy Witch has a spell for that.”
Of course she did.
Because she is the fucking app store.
“So,” she said, “are you still going to kill me? Cause I was getting some pretty murderous vibes off of you yesterday.”
“No. Though I’m still pretty mad about you sticking me into a freezing cold shower. I think that was pretty uncalled for,” I said narrowing my eyes.
She shrugged. “I had to get all of the slime from him off you somehow, and you wouldn’t tell me if he touched you anywhere else, so it was all in, or I’d have to worry about the effects of the pheromone being more permanent. I wasn’t really paying attention to the water’s temperature at the time.”
Alright, that made sense. I couldn’t really fault her for trying to save me from a life of being in love with a tentacle covered man. I shuddered at the thought of that. Worst possible lover ever. While, I’m sure some people would disagree, those who liked tentacles and Stockholm syndrome, but I wasn’t really one for that.
“Well next time, at least try to heat up the water some. It was really freaking cold, and then I had to walk back to Eastman and stand outside for a while because I didn’t have my keys, and I could have died because of you.”
“Sorry,” she said. “If I had known, I would have made you stay, but you seemed pretty pissed, and I didn’t want to wake up to you smothering me with a pillow, so I figured it would be best to let you go.”
“It’s alright. I all my fingers are still intact, and my hair remains fabulous.” I flipped my hair around and smiled at her.
Cat laughed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that your hair survived the cold. I’d have been heartbroken if you came back and even a single strand of your hair had been frozen due to my actions.”
Giggling, I said, “That’s good. I’m not sure if I could be friends with someone who doesn’t understand the seriousness of hair’s survival.”
She grinned at me, but almost as soon as it had graced her face, a far more solemn expression took its place. “How are your roommates? They looked pretty scared yesterday.”
The smile fell off my face too. “They’re okay, but I was kind of rude to them yesterday. Everything was still messed up, and I pretty much told them to go fuck themselves.”
“Well, I hope that it was worded a bit nicer than that.”
“It was, but the sentiment was the same. I’ll have to apologize to them later. They were only trying to be nice to me, but I didn’t want to talk about it, so I was being a total bitch.”
“I’m sure they’ll understand.”