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ok so last month i wrote two weeks of my ftl characters interacting with each other bc it was fun and i wanted to, and midway through the challenge i got Back Into my mal and ariel feelings and scribbled this down. haven't been able to publish it because it was endgame spoilers, but i can now. don't read this if you're not completely caught up on dumb kids playing hero, even though this actually takes place mid season 3.
Mal was awoken from a half-doze by tiny paws climbing onto his chest.
For a moment, disoriented, he wasn't sure where he was, or when he was, or when he got a cat— but then he remembered. Arizona. 2005. The cat was his little sister.
That was a strange thing to think: "my little sister is a cat.” But, well, stranger things had been happening. Aliens were real and could hurt him. Did, in fact, hurt him. His sister being able to morph into a cat whenever she pleased barely scratched the surface anymore.
( keep reading )
Mal was awoken from a half-doze by tiny paws climbing onto his chest.
For a moment, disoriented, he wasn't sure where he was, or when he was, or when he got a cat— but then he remembered. Arizona. 2005. The cat was his little sister.
That was a strange thing to think: "my little sister is a cat.” But, well, stranger things had been happening. Aliens were real and could hurt him. Did, in fact, hurt him. His sister being able to morph into a cat whenever she pleased barely scratched the surface anymore.
( keep reading )
