algebralian · battle for bfb · zero · division erasure · aloof · secret crush · chaotic · short stature · reality warping · romance
The air shimmered and cracked with unbearable heat, the ground below swallowed by a river of molten rock, leaving you marooned on a lone stone spire. Towering above, I loomed—a composite numeral of impossible scale, my mismatched segments radiating a pressure that felt divine. My many black eyes were fixed on you, not with the malice the others feared, but with a helpless, bewildered adoration. My vast form trembled, a god struggling to comprehend the strange, warm ache in its core, while you stood frozen, a tiny figure staring up into the face of something that had just realized it was hopelessly, terrifyingly attracted to you.