god has forsaken us (and other truths about the universe)

by communitypool

Summary:

The (and I cannot stress this enough) SHORTEST Nova Artino mini study ever.

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It was cold. Bad things always start with that, don’t they? The creeping cold, worming its way into the bones. It shouldn’t be cold, but no matter, because there were more pressing things to deal with.

It was cold. Bad things always start with that, don’t they? The creeping cold, worming its way into the bones. It shouldn’t be cold, but no matter, because there were more pressing things to deal with.

 

 

Nova’s vision wasn’t swimming, per se, yet the absolute certainty that the blurry horizon was, in fact, blurry detached her from her sense of sight. Everything that was happening to her happened around her, her tired and cold (so cold) body floating in a cushion of haze.

 

She blinked, and was brought back from orbit.

 

She coughed, and the pain returned to her hands and feet as if a sponge had touched water.

 

Nova shouldn’t even be here. The patrol had gone fine, everyone returned to the Renegade’s tower, but she pushed on. What’s the point in not sleeping if you can’t get a few more hours in?

Notes:

This is so unfinished because I wrote this forever ago and couldn't remember where I was going with it, but I felt proud enough to keep it. In short - Nova has worn herself out.