Post by Ruby Cut-6YK on Mar 13, 2017 19:42:18 GMT
After a while, the cold stops being cold.
It always starts at the extremities. Your fingers and toes tingle. They’re too far from the heat inside you. As punishment for being forced into the cold, they refuse to work. You can’t perform any complex tasks, like tying a knot, even if you’ve done it a thousand times. Your toes stop listening to you, and you can no longer rely on them for balance.
Soon, your fingers and toes fail altogether. They’re only senseless fleshy lumps hanging off your hands and feet. The cold moves in from there. Your ears and nose feel like they would shatter if touched. Your body becomes a heavy suit around you.
Then you stop feeling cold. You stop feeling anything. There’s no more sense of touch, no more smell or sound or the rest. The crackling of the endless thunderstorms around you fade into white noise. The endless expanse of warp space ceases to be desolate and hopeless, and it starts to look inviting instead. A big fluffy bed of the most infinite down. You need to let go and curl up in it, and know the most peaceful sleep.
And Ruby would have. Ruby would have.
But there was a flame that kept her from her rest. A flame that burned deep within her gem and refused to let her give up. She shivered against the cold, pulling her knees up to her chest. She breathed into her hands and rubbed them together. Her thermokinesis had long since been numbed away by the cold, but she wasn't going to submit.
How long had she been trapped out here, floating uselessly in warp space? Months? Years? Eons? Had there been a time that she might have known what it felt like to be warm? Her mind was too frozen to think. She was too cold to remember what warm felt like, but she would never let herself be extinguished.
There is a Ruby that this cold can't smother.
It always starts at the extremities. Your fingers and toes tingle. They’re too far from the heat inside you. As punishment for being forced into the cold, they refuse to work. You can’t perform any complex tasks, like tying a knot, even if you’ve done it a thousand times. Your toes stop listening to you, and you can no longer rely on them for balance.
Soon, your fingers and toes fail altogether. They’re only senseless fleshy lumps hanging off your hands and feet. The cold moves in from there. Your ears and nose feel like they would shatter if touched. Your body becomes a heavy suit around you.
Then you stop feeling cold. You stop feeling anything. There’s no more sense of touch, no more smell or sound or the rest. The crackling of the endless thunderstorms around you fade into white noise. The endless expanse of warp space ceases to be desolate and hopeless, and it starts to look inviting instead. A big fluffy bed of the most infinite down. You need to let go and curl up in it, and know the most peaceful sleep.
And Ruby would have. Ruby would have.
But there was a flame that kept her from her rest. A flame that burned deep within her gem and refused to let her give up. She shivered against the cold, pulling her knees up to her chest. She breathed into her hands and rubbed them together. Her thermokinesis had long since been numbed away by the cold, but she wasn't going to submit.
How long had she been trapped out here, floating uselessly in warp space? Months? Years? Eons? Had there been a time that she might have known what it felt like to be warm? Her mind was too frozen to think. She was too cold to remember what warm felt like, but she would never let herself be extinguished.
There is a Ruby that this cold can't smother.