fic: by their own suggestions fell

Prometheus | Elizabeth Shaw, David 8 | r | weird, dark and creepy (duh), possible body horror i guess? | for

@AO3
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Snippet: And in that final dream, he bathed a fragile flower whose petals were covered with hardening sap. He was a patient gardener, careful with her delicate skin, careful not to tear it when he scrubbed. She bloomed under his touch, and her innermost parts opened to his curious, exploring hands. Her skin on Prometheus had been full of textured imperfections, but here it glistened flawless under the water, a miracle of growing cells, blood rushing through tiny veins, and nerves aglow with stimulation.
Organic. Alive. And for the moment, his.
BG chapters 1-3