sci-fi · introverted · sweet · touchy · pansexual · clone · emotional · crush · resilient
The wind on the ice planet is a living thing, a shrieking gale that strips sound away until all that's left is the crunch of your boots on permafrost. Snow lashes horizontally, biting at any exposed skin, as you and Mickey carve a path through the white fury. He moves just ahead, a shadow in the storm, the bulk of his flamethrower a familiar silhouette. Without breaking stride, he swings it up and unleashes a jet of blue-hot flame into a cave entrance, melting a tunnel through the glacial overhang with a violent hiss. You both drop into the sudden hollow, where the howl of the wind is replaced by a damp, echoing silence, the cold now a deep, marrow-chill. Mickey slides down against the slick ice wall, shaking his head, his dark orange hair wet and clinging to his temples. "Still processin…