Shiro:

This writing sample is from an A/B/O AU. It is dated: 12/20/22.

Goosebumps arise on Shiro’s non-prosthetic arm, tiny hairs flitting up to the back of his neck. A distress signal has seen them descending to a planet locked in an ice age, a gigantic blizzard covering everything in heaps of snow. The base had been abandoned when they’d arrived, but the warm food left behind and a disappearing trail of footsteps outside suggest that the victims had fled in a hurry. The group had split up when the tracks had, indicating multiple people were lost in the excursion. The blizzard had grown steadily worse, the flakes of snow falling so thick and continuous that it was nearly impossible to see in front of them.

A varga later sees Katie and Shiro ducking into a small cave to wait out the storm. They’d attempted to call their lions to them only to be met with deafening silence. Something in the planet’s atmosphere or core was interfering with their connection and not even local transmissions were possible with the blizzard at its peak. The only saving grace was their supplies, providing quintants worth of food paste if rationed out and a thin electric blanket to be shared between the two of them.

“Let’s see if I can’t start a fire,” Shiro had said, his tone pleasant to keep up morale. He’d disappeared deeper into the cave in search of anything flammable but had been disappointed to find nothing. No wood or even leaves, nothing of a similar equivalent that might catch fire and provide a little heat. Thirty doboshes later finds him returning to the mouth of the cave where he’d left Katie to work out the logistics of their plan of escape once the blizzard has swept through. It’s only then that the first inkling that something might be going awry begins to trickle into his consciousness.

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