strangetrip | [EP] I am made of stars

It was night and everything smelled like the sea.

Snow White lay spread-eagle in middle of the parking lot, staring up at the stars. Her hair fanned around her head, inky black and, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to cut it since her arrival, growing almost absurdly long.

The sun had set over an hour ago and the sky was full into the black. The moon, not quite full but still nearly so, shone down silver and cool like a single huge, impassive eye. The sight of so much sky and so little horizon left her feeling dizzy, as though if she could forget the feeling of pavement under her back she might float upward and be lost in that eternity up there. It reminded her distantly of Mrs. H’s mirror and how it had caught the moon in its glass. But not enough to spoil the view. Not enough to make her afraid.

She’d had the nightmare again last night, the one where she was caught in the room full of fire. In the beginning it came every night. Then slowly but surely, it became less frequent. She hadn’t burned through the night in months. Logically, it would be months again before the fire, but she still couldn’t quite face going in, lying down, and closing her eyes.

She thought of Sansa and--because she had never asked--wondered if the stars in Westeros were different from the ones above her now. She wondered if that velvet black had a texture, and then if it was stupid to wonder that. She named all the constellations and stars she knew, some from her childhood observations, some from books she’d read in the library. Her gaze fixed for a time on Polaris.

She didn’t think anybody was around to hear her. “It’s so far away that no matter where we are, that’s still north.” It was a wild thought.

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Kitty blinked, startled. Sure, Lockheed had been all sorts of places without her, but he didn't think any of them were the American West, or wherever Regina and Snow had met. "How?" Kitty asked and sat, finally, close enough to hear without raised voices but far enough to give Snow her space.

Snow shrugged. "Met him in Gotham. Place like this, except a whole city. He was with a woman named Dani."

All of that clicked together quickly, leaving Kitty wondering if she'd been there herself at some point. But Snow got to the end and Kitty's eyebrows climbed into her hair. "Moonstar?" She shook her head and laughed. "Of course he was."

If Illyana wasn't around, who else would he be with but Kitty's former nemesis, Illyana's other best friend, the Cheyenne who talked to animals.

"Moonstar," Snow confirmed. Though she didn't ask what was so funny. She hadn't exactly liked Dani herself, though she could acknowledge she hadn't been fair.

"We grew up together." Snow hadn't asked for an explanation, but she owed Dani that much. If she didn't think Snow would assume it was because they were both Indians, Kitty would've told her that Snow often reminded her of Dani when she was young. "We didn't get along for most of it, but she's important to Illyana so we got there eventually."

Which was Kitty's way of saying that she didn't take any of the stuff between her and Snow too hard. Either they'd get along someday or they wouldn't. For now, though, she dusted off her thighs and made to stand. It was obvious her company wasn't desired and she had no interest in continuing to impose. "Have a nice night."

Snow nodded, her attention already turning back upward. "Yeah. Good night."

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