[ Hadn't Vira-Lorr called herself a doll? The way she felt now (and he realised then, in that moment, that he could feel her, and what was that?) was too soft to be false, too warm. But her touch was kind and he'd seen her smile, and Logan's mouth cracked open as the same yellow and blue glow started to seep from his lips, too.
The first piece of him fell away from his torso, where Vira-Lorr's hand was. And then there was warmth, wet and thick, and if her nose was keen enough, she'd pick up blood.
Logan's shirt was soaked with it, fabric damp and hot, but there was no pain for him so much as there was a kind of relief. The next bits that peeled off were his shoulders, and then his hands, and as disgusting as it was to be stained with so much red, the bleeding only lasted a few seconds before the wounds "closed over"-- not with skin, however, but with muscle building itself between the cracks in his plastic.
The skin would come after the muscle was done. ]
Ugh, [ Logan groaned, sick with the scent anyway ] Jesus...
cw: blood
The first piece of him fell away from his torso, where Vira-Lorr's hand was. And then there was warmth, wet and thick, and if her nose was keen enough, she'd pick up blood.
Logan's shirt was soaked with it, fabric damp and hot, but there was no pain for him so much as there was a kind of relief. The next bits that peeled off were his shoulders, and then his hands, and as disgusting as it was to be stained with so much red, the bleeding only lasted a few seconds before the wounds "closed over"-- not with skin, however, but with muscle building itself between the cracks in his plastic.
The skin would come after the muscle was done. ]
Ugh, [ Logan groaned, sick with the scent anyway ] Jesus...