relia-robot

Trans married robot/doll

[Robot/doll/moth/slime/NHP]-girl. DGN-001. I like writing!

See post-cohost writing at https://reliarobot.dreamwidth.org/, on tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/relia-robot-writes, or collected long-form pieces at https://reliarobot.itch.io/


caffeinatedOtter
@caffeinatedOtter

"Ratfuck," Ruhara gurgles, her view of the book on the counter suddenly obscured by the arrow-shaft sticking out of her chest. It shines the insidious not-purple of magic; she slams her nictitating membranes over her eyes, opens her Other Eyes, and raises her head with the slow grace of a predator who outclasses you enough that it doesn't need to hurry.

There's a nondescriptly symmetrical human man standing in front of the counter, boyish grin at the ready, all cued up for a meet-cute. Eyes burning blank white, she looks through him, through the wall behind him, at the perpetrator, who nearly fumbles her bow, scared and confused at being perceived, and spreads fluffy white feathered wings in an effort to scarper.

"Excuse me," Ruhara says, wrapping her hand around the arrow's shaft, and rips it out of her heart, point still hissing with cherub-venom. The man, ignored, stumbles back in shock as her grip makes it visible to mundane eyes; then leaps further back when she unfolds her own wings, of screaming folded space and utter blackness, stretching from infinity to infinity at her left and right. She lets the shaft run through her fingers, snags it at the flights, and swings the missile up to point back at her attacker, before she begins to stalk: j'accuse. J'attaque.

The cherub-girl's mouth visibly shapes a heartfelt, incongruous oops.


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