Abscission

16 - Pay Attention To Me

by Fluxom

Tags: #cw:gore #cw:noncon #D/s #drugs #f/f #graphic_violence #hurt/comfort #scifi #accidental_conditioning #anxiety #blood #depression #disassociation #dom:female #dom:internalized_imperialism #dom:plant #Human_Domestication_Guide #medical_play #mindbreak #paranoia #self_care_is_over_were_doing_drugs_now #self_harm #self_harm_is_over_were_still_doing_drugs #sub:female #xenophobia
See spoiler tags : #awake_surgery #parasite/symbiote #plant_vampirism #sadomasochism #torture

“That stuff looks boring, pay attention to me.” Autumn flopped against Solanum’s side as she spoke. The human had become positively restless with energy the past few days. Sol would have loved to be happy about it, as it meant that she had been getting out and about enough to pick up her mood and health again, but it also meant that she was more liable to pace aimlessly around the apartment looking for something to do after all of her usual avenues of entertainment run dry. 

“I wish I could, little one, but it’s work.” Solanum lifted one of the pages from the massive file that she’d been handed and made a disgruntled sort of rumble as it was revealed to also be one that spilled out onto the floor and across the hab. “It’s not even digital. I think Celasia is playing a prank on me.”

“What could possibly be so important?” Autumn whined.

“Mostly updates on the rebels, or rather, lack thereof.” Solanum sighed, draping one arm over Autumn’s body and bringing her in close.

“Am I allowed to see this?”

Solanum shrugged, “You can’t read affini, so it’s fine.”

“Hey, I can read some.” Autumn scrambled her way up into Solanum’s lap. “Like that one. It’s a definite article for defining nouns, like ‘the’.”

“And the word next to it?”

“....okay so my grasp of the language is still limited. What does that mean?”

“That one doesn’t really translate properly.” Solanum rumbled as she brought her free hand up to run through Autumn’s hair. “I suppose by intent it would translate to aliens? But from our perspective, so it'd apply to humans and not ourselves. Or perhaps sophont?”

“How about a literal translation?”

“Then its pet.”

“...Solanum,” Autumn’s voice turned accusing. “Are you telling me that the affini word for ‘pet’ and ‘alien’ are essentially the same thing?”

“Yes?” Obviously.

“I feel like this explains everything about affini culture.”

“Happy to help, little one.”

For a brief moment the human finally calmed down to silence, idly laying upon Solanum’s side. But Sol knew it wouldn’t last, as within the minute she was back to tapping her fingers on her thighs impatiently. “Do you have to do this right now?”

“I guess not.” 
 
Autumn crawled onto the island and spun around, planting herself right in front of Solanum and over the documents. “Then pay attention to me instead!”

Solanum sighed and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Autumn’s in what was absolutely not an intimate gesture that just by coincidence made Autumn’s face turn the cutests shades of red possible. “You are adorable, little one. But I need to read all of this eventually just in case something important is in it, and I’d much rather have it done sooner than later.” She leaned back, picking up Autumn from under her armpits and depositing her back into Solanum’s lap, this time with one arm wrapped around her waist. Solanum purposefully chose not to think further about the intimacy of this gesture either. “I won’t hesitate to send you on a pleasant little drug trip if that’s what it takes to get you to calm down.”

Autumn, mercifully, seemed to slip into another of her usual bouts of thoughtful silence after that. For about a minute or so before she decided to speak up again. “...What would you give me?”

“Apocynai, it would induce feelings of euphoria, heighten your sense of touch, and make you pretty sleepy and lazy for a few hours.”

“Then what?”

“Well then I’d keep you here in my lap and pet you sometimes and keep you close and comfortable while you ride it out.”
 
“Let me guess, this is common practice when pets get restless.” Solanum simply gave an affirming sort of rumble in response. Autumn returned to her thoughtful silence, which the affini was grateful for as it meant she could pretend to be interested in reading about material compositions of space rocks for another few minutes. “...Can I try it?”

...What? Well, this was a good sign technically, since it meant she was more comfortable with affini medications now. Solanum just never expected Autumn to get so comfortable as to *ask* for something. Especially with how the human was looking up at her with those wide open eyes and soft blush and the nervous way her hands were grasping at her skirt and Solanum just wanted to throw aside the files and push her down to the island, needles out and tearing through the colorful attire to bury into her skin and- ahem. 

Solanum reminded herself that she was just supposed to be caring for the human, not indulging herself. “Of course, little one.” She finally answered, producing an array of flowers from her chest. With one hand she held the back of Autumn’s head, and with the other gently guided the flowers over to cover her mouth, controlling the leaves and stems to fold around into a sort of breathing mask. Autumn tensed when it drew close, but the affini was able to calm her by rubbing her thumbs along the side of Autumn’s head. “It’s a gas, so all you need to do is breathe for me and it will take effect.”

Autumn nodded, or rather tried to but was limited by Solanum’s grip on her head. Her eyes darted from Solanum to the mask before closing tight as she breathed in deep. Her posture tensed for a moment, then slowly began to relax against the affini’s body as her breathing grew steady and calm. Her hands reached up and grasped at the coils of vines that made Solanum’s sides, holding them limply as she slowly slipped under the apocynai’s influence.

“There we go, little one.” Solanum said, petting the back of Autumn’s head with one hand while the other wrapped around her. The affini told herself that she didn’t enjoy how Autumn’s grasp slowly weakened over time before dropping entirely, nor did she enjoy how the human looked up at her with glassy unfocused eyes. She most certainly didn’t imagine keeping the human under her grasp for weeks on end, reveling in the fragile way her consciousness would break under the constant haze Solanum’s touch would bring.

Autumn’s body soon came to a restful state, limply nuzzling up against Solanum’s form and revelling in the feelings that danced over her flesh. Despite this, Solanum found that she was no more able to focus than she was before.

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