For wip tag game : more gosslate shit.md (I am a predictable person)
Not sure if I'll ever finish this. Basically just a "Slate finds out about the supernova and goes to be gay about it with Gossan" fic.
“What are we doing, Slate?” they ask. There’s no sharpness to their tone, only a deep vulnerability that Slate would normally shy away from. But not this time. Not when their doom is literally staring them both in the face. The hatchling had mentioned a supernova, and a small part of Slate wonders how they knew. The rest of them aches for Gossan more desperately than they have in years. “Waiting for the end. Probably won’t be long,” Slate replies. “Slate, I’m being serious!” Gossan remarks. “So am I.” Gossan quiets as their gaze falls to the ground. They don’t have the heart to argue, and Slate’s so relieved they could cry. They really don’t want to argue, either. Not when the sun’s about to explode. “Goss,” Slate says quietly. “I know everything’s about to end, and I know it hurts like hell to face that. What I do know is I don’t want you to die thinking that I hate you.”
