aurora rising one shots, volume two.

maybe in another life

my brain is a mess at the moment. diabetes sucks

word dump of a chapter, don't really know what it is
enjoy...?

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Aurora stands at the bridge, Finians arm on her shoulder. A thousand exploding ships are reflected in their eyes as they watch the carnage being carried out in front of them.

This, this is the galaxies last stand. this is the United front.

"you know, i wanted to be a cartographer." auri whispers, barely audible from the explosions ,"i wanted to explore the black and the new planets and etch my name in history so it wouldn't be forgotten.
but i think, here? what i've done, fuck, what we have done, will be told for centuries."

"those, those are pretty last words, don't you think?" finian smiles back ,"in the next life, if i see you, i'll explore with you. i promise you that, okay?"

"i'll see you soon, fin. i hope we get to meet again." auri grins.

and their stories were heard. for centuries, folktales of 312 and their own god were told at hearths and in bars and whispered and yelled and sobbed.