If she wants to know, then she probably wants to see. He can tell so far that she's incredibly curious like that, diligent. Perhaps there's a way to show her, too. He gets a sense of so many other things that aren't just words when he listens to her, after all.
Ivan concentrates on his own field of vision, imagines pushing it out into the impossible distance. He's looking at his arm, what it's become beyond the cuff of torn skin circling his bicep. It still looks like a human arm in silhouette, but the substance it's made of is vastly different, shining black. Deep grooves around points of articulation give it an almost doll-like appearance.
cw: skin gore, he's a bug
If she wants to know, then she probably wants to see. He can tell so far that she's incredibly curious like that, diligent. Perhaps there's a way to show her, too. He gets a sense of so many other things that aren't just words when he listens to her, after all.
Ivan concentrates on his own field of vision, imagines pushing it out into the impossible distance. He's looking at his arm, what it's become beyond the cuff of torn skin circling his bicep. It still looks like a human arm in silhouette, but the substance it's made of is vastly different, shining black. Deep grooves around points of articulation give it an almost doll-like appearance.
But, the fingers come to sharp points. ]
Disgusted?
[ Ah, that one snuck out. ]