seaweed-tangles-you

[seaweed-tangles-you]

You’ll never know if you don’t ask!

Sesh grins quite literally ear-to-ear.

And yes, movie credits. I don’t even remember why.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Ha! I used to be afraid that I’d somehow accidentally mix ammonia and bleach and then die from oxygen deprivation after I passed out from the mustard gas. I also used to be afraid of movie credits.

Sesh laughs,

Hey, did you hear about that explosion at the cheese shop?

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

You got me there, you got me there. Mango juice is a good choice!

Sesh responds, chuckling as he composes himself.

Weirdest irrational fear?

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Looks like we’re both shattered and reforged. Something broken made beautiful, something shattered made strong.

He pauses and lets out a short laugh. Remembering that this is only their second date.

I suppose I should be asking stupid small-talk questions like… “what’s your favorite drink?”

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

I was a psychologist, you know. My true passion was traveling on the open seas, but I needed a way to pay the bills. My first death was when I was traveling out to a decently unknown island that was rumored to have some strange moths, but the captain took a wrong turn during a storm and we ended up within earshot of the sirens. Long story short, the boat crashed and I was shredded to bits against the rocks.

Each moment and each fact is punctuated by a new image rolling through the connection.

The moths found me soon, though, and implanted me with all kinds of spores as I bled out. It took a long time to regrow, but in the end, I’d say it’s worth it.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Sesh leans into him, her cold body quickly adapting to his rotting heat.

You said that it was your first bloom, but not a happy one. Tell me about one of the happy ones.

Sesh says, his face pressed up against Andy’s form so that her words come out as more of a rumbling vibration.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Any time.

Sesh says, pulling Andy into a hug. Sesh tries to push as much comfort and love through the connection as he can.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Don’t apologize for having emotions, we may be monsters but that doesn’t mean we aren’t also human sometimes, love. What you’ve been through… well, it’s nothing short of torture. But you’ve grown from then, no pun intended.

She snickers, voice soft and practiced, yet still genuine.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Sesh just sits and listens. It there’s anything he’s good at, it’s listening. Although, listening to Andy is different. Sesh is used to listening to the problems of those far away, those of whom he has no personal stake in… but she cares for Andy, this time the emotions are not just a facade.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Oh, oh god.

Sesh murmurs under her breath, feeling the numbed stinging of scalpels through the connection. It feels awfully similar to the sharp, black rocks that lead to the beach he bled out on. The muscles that cling to their slippery surfaces only seeming to offer a grip or support but soon ripping it away along with the flesh on his hands.

The memories flow back and forth through the connection, the scent of bleach and salty air combining together with the taste of blood. No words pass between them for a long while as sesh grins up melancholically at what used to be Andy’s face, tears streaking down his face and turning to mist the moment they leave her skin.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

It’s not fun, is it?

She chuckles

Not to pry, but I’m not fully sure what happened with the labs. I have a vague idea from what I’ve gotten through the connection, but that’s about it.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

I… yeah. I-I’ve died a few times, I think. My body gets more and more like…

She gestures to herself

This. Hm- I think I was smashed in half on ocean rocks the first time? hence the tail. It’s all kind of-

He snickers at the irony

Foggy, I guess.

She starts to fade from the places along her outer edges. She shakes his head violently, grabbing hold of and leaning into Andy’s warmth.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Gorgeous…

Sesh murmurs under her breath, eyes transfixed on Clive’s leg, moving slowly back and forth to take in every detail. She soon snaps back to himself, noticing Clive’s interest in turn.

I’m… mostly made of mycelium and fibrous tissue by now, these scars are just the paths that they decided to grow in.

He explains, admiring them himself. His gaze travels to his shoulder where a dark brown mushroom thrives, its color strangely contrasting the regular blues and greens of her form. Her eyes land on it and se smiles, gently patting it.

Today, i am desperately tired and in terrible need of company. That or a drink. I have earned it.

This damned body.

[seaweed-tangles-you]

Ah… yes, yes. I am quite familiar with sirens… I… I think that’s how I died the first time… hm.

Sesh looks off into the distance for a while, expression blank and eyes fogging over before he snaps back to himself.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

His name’s Matthew, his whole thing is vampire moths and flesh-eating larvae. They smoke a lot… I would say I worry about their lung heath but they’re probably already full of holes.

A few images flash over the connection of a brown man with pock-marked scars all over his body and a massive pair of moth wings spread from his back. The stench of cigarettes and blood somehow makes it over as well.

Tell me about her,

Sesh says, sending the same image of the long haired woman back through the connection.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

A bit of everything, I made a new friend the other day actually.

He says

Another one like us. He’s mainly bug-focused though. You?

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

[seaweed-tangles-you]

They do, and so do I.

She smiles, and the mycelial scars flutter along with the hundreds of wings within. He tries to hide his rampant curiosity as to the creature that seems to have made a home in Clive’s leg.

Today, i am desperately tired and in terrible need of company. That or a drink. I have earned it.

This damned body.