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[In the wake of the Peace End, Tangent grapples with her loss of purpose—and with the alien that’s moved into her colony.]
Symbiosis holds out a vial containing— Is that a pale violet finger? No. That’s absurd. Tangent isn’t a child, clutching at Occam’s Razor in the hopes of cutting her way to the most obvious, infantile conclusion. He’s brought her a sample of a—a new edible root, or a fungus or something. Another instance of appalling biomimicry from the lawless flux of the Vertumnan wild.
“What is it?” she asks warily.
The alien smiles wide. “It’s my finger!”
“…It’s your finger.”
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- Part 2 of Begin Again
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Obligate Symbiotes by dirtbagtrashcat
Part 2 of Begin AgainSeries Information:
ID: 4587955
Words: 28,208 | Works: 2 | Complete: No | Bookmarks: 4
Description:A series of character studies from one of Solane's many lives, in which they’ve managed to retain fairly coherent memories of their other lives. Each story works as a standalone, but they do occupy the same timeline! Featuring a very high-social/high-physical nonbinary Sol.
Ships aren’t the main focus (though they are often my framing device of choice) — but you can expect mentions of Sol/Sym/Dys, casual Tang/Marz, QPR Rex/Nomi, Cal/Tammy, plenty of Dys & Tang twins-chats because I'm crazy about their dynamic, annnd…. *feasibly* Vace/Nem? Though I’ll need to max his friendship before I feel qualified to write him.
Published: 2025-01-11
Work/Series ID: 62151121Relationship Tags:
• Dys/Sol/Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
• Marz/Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
• Sym & Tangent (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)Work/Series Summary:
[In the wake of the Peace End, Tangent grapples with her loss of purpose—and with the alien that’s moved into her colony.]
Symbiosis holds out a vial containing— Is that a pale violet finger? No. That’s absurd. Tangent isn’t a child, clutching at Occam’s Razor in the hopes of cutting her way to the most obvious, infantile conclusion. He’s brought her a sample of a—a new edible root, or a fungus or something. Another instance of appalling biomimicry from the lawless flux of the Vertumnan wild.
“What is it?” she asks warily.
The alien smiles wide. “It’s my finger!”
“…It’s your finger.”
(Approximate) Last Read: 2025/08/22
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