>>5844265You entered, finding the room as messy as it often was. The smell in here was… Well, not ideal, as you’d discovered over the last couple months—salty and sour with sweat, faintly musky from alchemical reagents. Izzy was ‘allowed’ to leave to bathe, but a symptom of her isolation here was that she rarely wished to. A part of you found yourself attracted to it, though, in some perverse fashion—this was the scent which you associated with your first sexual experience, after all, and some of that sweaty and musky scent was evidence of that relationship’s continuity… A lingering tarce of the past, clinging to your both and filling the space.
Izzy, for her part, was obviously excited to see you. She wasn’t the sort to jump and cling upon you, a someone like Testa might have done—she was reserved, shy. Still, she looked at you with wide, eager eyes from the bed, and scooted over to make room for you. She eagerly listened as you told her of your experiments, and the results they had borne, though her expression fell as you told her of the afte of some of the women.
“…So it will only make me less human, then? More like… Like THEM?”
‘Like them’ meaning like the so-called Reptilian master race who had engineered her deformity and misery, of course. You knew on some level that the idea wouldn’t be one which excited Izirina. It was part of why you’d continued looking for a better solution—one which would allow her to feel comfortable in her own skin, and which would allow those women and girls who had been your test subjects to properly rejoin human society. And maybe you HAD done so! But to know for sure…
“I’ll do it!”
You were surprised at the suddenness and excitement with which Izirina replied, clutching and squeezing your hand with her thin, bony fingers and staring into your eyes with those snake-eyes which you had learned denoted heightened emotionality in your lover.
“The Queen and Council demanding all this, when people are suffering…”
Izirina trailed off, grimacing, but you could read her thoughts on her face: THIS was what she hated about Man, about Earth. Scheming, manipulating, politicking, and selfishness which led to suffering. It was why she wanted to leave it all.
“It’s not… A SURE thing,” you reiterated. “It’s never been done before, not like we’re going to do it… Not as an attempt to transform away a chimeric ‘pox’, or… What was done to you. And your soul…”
Izirina’s soul was the crux of the issue. It was tainted, touched by a demon to deform more than just her body. It was why a ‘cure’ which was purely biological would not have sufficed for her. But what would come from performing the fairy rite which you had learned? Would it urge the demonic magicks which had twisted her internally? Replace them with something of the True Fey?
