It's been an absolutely fucking exhausting two days, and Mikal is pretty sure she falls asleep even faster the second night, even in the absence of a fucking Skrull battle during the day. All of it is still more than she can wrap her head around, and while at first, she'd just thought it might have been some fucking weird dream, she's been quickly ( Read more... )

It was somewhat early when Mikal woke up, but it didn't really make all that much difference to her. Had she wanted to go back to sleep, she couldn't, finding herself suddenly far too worried, about any number of things, to relax enough to doze off again. Zia was there beside her, but who was she to say that it would last? He'd gone half a year ( Read more... )

Mikal could tell something was wrong just about the second she woke up, though it took a few moments and the realization that the t-shirt and pajama pants she'd slept in felt way too tight for her to figure out what it was. In the short time she'd been on the island, she had, of course, heard plenty of stories about the way this place worked. That ( Read more... )

It had been, without a doubt, the best night of Mikal's life after death. Everything about it seemed perfect, inasmuch as that was possible in a place like this, from finding the beach itself to spending the night there curled up in Zia's arms. It couldn't have gone better if she'd imagined it, which she had, more than once in the time they spent ( Read more... )