Category: Fan Art - Game
Classified: Finished Piece
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25 Feb 2020 - 02:04 ET
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She had assumed the heart was an edible garnish, but noticed that it did not dissolve on her tongue. Though last night was strange in so many ways, Nova kept her thoughts together and made sure to pocket the heart from the Butterfly Kisses shot. It still smelled sweet and it felt hard and heavy like a stone. There had been far too much excitement lately, from rescuing Red Heaven to the very bizarre way the matron chose to thank her for it. When that was over, she made her way "home" to Rip's boat, intent on taking some time away from land life to process everything that had happened. Compared to the overflowing mushy affection of the barkeep, the cat's cold sarcasm and lack of empathy where like a breath of fresh air.
Nova and Rip exchanged unfriendly words with each other just long enough to establish that everything was normal. She confirmed that she planned on hanging around a while and asked about the cargo.
She was secretly glad that his art pieces were already packed and stored, having no desire to look at that sort of thing right now. Unfortunately, now that she did know, her sense of smell assured her that the faint hints of blood were not coming from the galley or garbage. That would be a bother for a while. She would have trouble sleeping during this run. Trying to put that out of her mind, she fetched the small heart from her belt compartment and explained where it came from. It seemed to pique Rip's interest, as she hoped it might.
"Very interesting. Looks like the real thing," he said, reaching for it. Nova offered the trinket to his reaching hand, allowing him to examine it however thoroughly he pleased. "She had a heart seed, and she gave it to you." If it was indeed some sort of seed, he would know. The cat knew more about plants than anybody else.
"Is it special somehow? I mean, I know it's the thought that counts and all, I was honored, it smells amazing.. but it isn't exactly my style. I don't know what to do with the thing."
"Smells?", Rip asked, "What does it smell like to you?" The weasel looked confused by his question. How could she describe that elusive scent? And further, did he not pick up on it? It seemed so strong to her, but she could tell that he wasn't having the same reaction. As if reading her mind, he added, "I think it smells like a dusty walnut shell that's been spritzed with cheap, sugary alcohol. Nothing amazing in that regard. But then again, I was not the intended recipient. What details are you leaving out of this story, Nova?"
Artwork © 2020 Cynicallia Olexa
Referenced Source: Sonic the Hedgehog