Reverse Galatea (Persona 3, Mitsuru)
Title: Reverse Galatea
Artist: crimsoncookie
Author: syvia
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: disturbing imagery
Word Count: 625
Summary: Mitsuru finds a dangerous Shadow amid the walls of Tartarus. Or rather... it finds her.
Prompt: Persona 3, Shadow/Mitsuru: Techno (Doll/Robot Transformation) - Statuesque Beauty
Authors' Notes: Syvia would like to thank Ceci for pulling her in on this~ it was fun. She also hopes you lovely readers enjoy the creep factor. Ceci would like to thank Syvia for indulging her many rounds of "but how about this?" and also reminding her to unlock her gallery. ^.^;;
She had not realized it was creeping up behind her- not until her wrist was snatched up, pulled above her head and gripped so tightly she could feel her bones grinding. This was not an ordinary Shadow- clearly powerful, but she had never seen this type. The body was indistinct. Tall, with a suggestion of glowing eyes behind the mask. The hazy, smoke-like hand around her wrist was not even a hand- something like a limb but there were no visible fingers. It was pale, the color of mist, but moved like smoke. Not even the Mayas appeared this insubstantial. Transparent- wavering like heat haze but it gripped her wrist- shook her roughly- like a rag doll- until the saber fell from her hand.
It happened quickly- her analysis of the enemy- her disarming- and she could hear Fuuka in the back of her mind, calling for the others. Bad luck to have been separated coming onto this floor. Worse luck to encounter an enemy so proficient at stealth.
It hurt. Her hand was growing numb and stiff- she tried to twist it but the shadow held firm, no give to the clutch of its limb. She couldn't feel her fingers.
Mitsuru uttered a sudden cry, raised her other hand to wrap around the first, pulling herself up to swung out with her leg- and the shadow was just as insubstantial as it looked. All but the part that held her around the wrist. A film of vapor clung to the limbs she'd used to touch it. She gasped- could feel it sinking in and her skin was tightening, blood rushing from it to leave her cold, numb and her other hand was growing pale. Her foot was going numb, and her leg. Her sleeve had fallen down about her forearm and her arm was cold- so cold. Numb as she felt when she'd been holding her sword at the ready for too long.
The shadow pulled, at once dragging her body into the air and looming over her. She twisted away as another limb wavered out, aimed at her face. She tried to kick again, to shake herself out of the thing's grip, but her feet wouldn't move correctly.
She couldn't feel her arm from the elbow down and she looked up, stared in blank disbelief at the ball-jointed wrist and fingers that fell inward upon her palm. Her skin was pasty white and smooth, smooth as porcelain. It felt awkward to grab for the Evoker with her left hand and... she couldn't flex her fingers. She looked down and saw it, just as pale and unnaturally perfect as the other. The Shadow touched her cheek, stroked over it like a cold breeze and she opened her mouth-
A mistake- no- a panic-induced impulse and it flowed between her parted lips, cold, and she should be used to the cold but this wasn't the same- this wasn't a part of her it was something else- she was becoming something else- white film covering her vision and she could only take it in as the Shadow entered her, and entered her, neutralizing the scream she would have voiced to match the screaming somewhere in her mind- screaming- as her lips formed a small, contented smile, and her eyelids were frozen, half-open and her ears were... going... numb.
Fuuka wept, unable to keep the shuddering tones of fear from her repeated direction to the others. Mitsuru-sempai was too far from them- the Shadow working quickly and doing something.... Fuuka could barely feel the other Persona user in her mind and the signal was growing weaker. All that remained in her was the vague impression of a body- a perfectly sculpted figure. Cold and untouchable... statuesque... beauty.
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Artist: crimsoncookie
Author: syvia
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: disturbing imagery
Word Count: 625
Summary: Mitsuru finds a dangerous Shadow amid the walls of Tartarus. Or rather... it finds her.
Prompt: Persona 3, Shadow/Mitsuru: Techno (Doll/Robot Transformation) - Statuesque Beauty
Authors' Notes: Syvia would like to thank Ceci for pulling her in on this~ it was fun. She also hopes you lovely readers enjoy the creep factor. Ceci would like to thank Syvia for indulging her many rounds of "but how about this?" and also reminding her to unlock her gallery. ^.^;;
She had not realized it was creeping up behind her- not until her wrist was snatched up, pulled above her head and gripped so tightly she could feel her bones grinding. This was not an ordinary Shadow- clearly powerful, but she had never seen this type. The body was indistinct. Tall, with a suggestion of glowing eyes behind the mask. The hazy, smoke-like hand around her wrist was not even a hand- something like a limb but there were no visible fingers. It was pale, the color of mist, but moved like smoke. Not even the Mayas appeared this insubstantial. Transparent- wavering like heat haze but it gripped her wrist- shook her roughly- like a rag doll- until the saber fell from her hand.
It happened quickly- her analysis of the enemy- her disarming- and she could hear Fuuka in the back of her mind, calling for the others. Bad luck to have been separated coming onto this floor. Worse luck to encounter an enemy so proficient at stealth.
It hurt. Her hand was growing numb and stiff- she tried to twist it but the shadow held firm, no give to the clutch of its limb. She couldn't feel her fingers.
Mitsuru uttered a sudden cry, raised her other hand to wrap around the first, pulling herself up to swung out with her leg- and the shadow was just as insubstantial as it looked. All but the part that held her around the wrist. A film of vapor clung to the limbs she'd used to touch it. She gasped- could feel it sinking in and her skin was tightening, blood rushing from it to leave her cold, numb and her other hand was growing pale. Her foot was going numb, and her leg. Her sleeve had fallen down about her forearm and her arm was cold- so cold. Numb as she felt when she'd been holding her sword at the ready for too long.
The shadow pulled, at once dragging her body into the air and looming over her. She twisted away as another limb wavered out, aimed at her face. She tried to kick again, to shake herself out of the thing's grip, but her feet wouldn't move correctly.
She couldn't feel her arm from the elbow down and she looked up, stared in blank disbelief at the ball-jointed wrist and fingers that fell inward upon her palm. Her skin was pasty white and smooth, smooth as porcelain. It felt awkward to grab for the Evoker with her left hand and... she couldn't flex her fingers. She looked down and saw it, just as pale and unnaturally perfect as the other. The Shadow touched her cheek, stroked over it like a cold breeze and she opened her mouth-
A mistake- no- a panic-induced impulse and it flowed between her parted lips, cold, and she should be used to the cold but this wasn't the same- this wasn't a part of her it was something else- she was becoming something else- white film covering her vision and she could only take it in as the Shadow entered her, and entered her, neutralizing the scream she would have voiced to match the screaming somewhere in her mind- screaming- as her lips formed a small, contented smile, and her eyelids were frozen, half-open and her ears were... going... numb.
Fuuka wept, unable to keep the shuddering tones of fear from her repeated direction to the others. Mitsuru-sempai was too far from them- the Shadow working quickly and doing something.... Fuuka could barely feel the other Persona user in her mind and the signal was growing weaker. All that remained in her was the vague impression of a body- a perfectly sculpted figure. Cold and untouchable... statuesque... beauty.
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