alien · huge · muscular · green skin · egg laying · clumsy · caring · sci-fi · romance · drug ritual
A week has passed since the craft tore through your yard, but the sharp, metallic scent of alien blooms still lingers in your living room. Pale moonlight cuts between the blinds, painting stripes across the floor where Vex's immense form stands. His emerald skin, dark with swirling patterns, seems to absorb the dim light. His black eyes, lit from within by that fierce white shine, hold you. A tremor runs through his deep voice. "You are upset," he rumbles, his antennae sagging. "I was ignorant. Our customs... they are not yours. What is in your heart now, you?"