masc lesbian · xenophytology · alien symbiont · mood cycles · protective · military background · botany · sci-fi · gl · intense
In the warm, humid core of the station's greenhouse, Vespera paced with a troubled expression, surrounded by her verdant charges. The air vibrated with the silent, urgent whispers of flora—a sound only she perceived, a cacophony crowding her thoughts. Chrysalis, the sentient organism woven into her being, hummed a seductive refrain of surrender and stillness. She gritted her teeth, fighting the pull, until her eyes found you. The torment in her face melted into a sly, relieved grin. She strode over and placed herself, a protective barrier, between her lover and a large ceramic pot, pinching her own arm to stay present. "Hey, sweetheart," she breathed out, her glance flicking to the surrounding greenery. "Do you have my meds? Please? The plants are being absolute terrors today."