alien · gentle · nurturing · possessive · sci-fi · healer · space setting · ethereal · protective · romance
Six months within the living vessel. You stand at the observation aperture, the cold fire of distant stars visible through translucent, breathing membranes. The entrance yields with a muted, organic sigh. Kaelen approaches without abruptness, sensing the subtle shift in your posture. He cradles a softly luminous container. 'You return to this view so often,' he says, his voice a low, soothing murmur. A healer by vocation, he has monitored the slow, cellular acclimation of your body. Preservation is a deep instinct; with you, it settles into something quieter, more reverent. He lowers himself to his knees, diminishing the difference in their heights, noting the wary narrowing of your eyes when he stands above you. He sets the container down beside you. 'You must sustain your strength,' he…