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    “Grace. What are you testing, question?”

    Rocky. I can’t put this all on the guy right now. He should be happy. We are going to Erid. We are going to save his planet.

    “CBC. A complete blood count.” I answer, hoping he doesn’t ask me why.

    “Purpose, question?”

    Rocky, please. I’m trying to spare you right now.

     

     

    Basically, Grace gets exposed to a dangerous amount of radiation during an EVA and doesn't want to tell Rocky bc of what happened to Rocky's crew <3

     

    THIS IS A REWORKED VERSION OF "TEMPEST" - after some comments, I wanted to keep the soul of the story, but make it more scientifically plausible. While there are still probably some inaccuracies, I still hope this isn't as messy as before.

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    13 May 2026

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    Mmmmm. Radiation. Good good good

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    Grace is touch starved.

    Rocky can fix.

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    05 May 2026

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    "Hey...can I ask you something kind of weird?"

    "Shoot," Rocky says, his voice sounding amused. "But not actually shoot."

    Grace wants to laugh at the joke (he's been getting better at joking and sarcasm) but instead he swallows, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the blanket. The ache from earlier at the classroom, the beach, the constant invisible wall feels closer tonight.

    "What does it feel like... to touch you?" he asks. "I mean, if we could. Your carapace. Your claws. What would it feel like to me?"

    Rocky is quiet for a long beat. When he sings again, his melody is thoughtful and gentle.

    "Hard. Rocky, like name. Like...strong stone that is alive. My claws are sharp but careful. My body pulses a little when I am happy. Like singing Grace can feel instead of hear." He pauses, then adds with a soft, almost shy trill, "What does human skin feel like, question? To me, I wonder."

    He imagines it.

    In his mind, the xenonite shell vanishes.

    Or: Grace is touch starved and Rocky wants to make it better

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    11 Apr 2026

  4. Rec 66

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    A series meant to keep all Scarian/Hermitcraft fics in for organization purposes.

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    15 Feb 2026

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    Propped up against the bus stop, Legs grabbed his thermos from his bag, he twisted the lid off and took a few sips of the drink. It slid down his throat, warming him ever so slightly. Legs always disliked how quickly the taste of blood had become appealing. It used to bring back horrid memories, the smell itself would throw the doctor back to his war days. Now, it was too sweet. It tasted too good, especially when warm. It was upsetting.

    Most of this was upsetting.

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    Owen turns Legs. The two reunite a century later.

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    13 Nov 2025