Nova
“Every single one of us are just puppets on a string, dancing for the entertainment of the stars.”
-From the journal of Nova Tershetta, 9280 AS
“Well it’s better than your plan!” I shouted.
Altair rolled his eyes, twirling his unlit burner between his fingers. “My plan involves our survival. I think that’s ideal.”
“Your plan doesn’t guarantee we’ll even get the haya to the vendors in time.”
“Who cares? Haya ispoison.And if CommanderI’d suck the stars’ cocks if they had onewants eadi to have it, then we have reason to doubt the benefits!”
“We wish we had cocks.”
Ew!
“Imagine never experiencing an orgasm, Nova Tershetta. Do you understand why we are so bored?”
I’m going to vomit.
“Once, we watched a man vomit because he pushed a cock so far down his throat that—“
“Ew!” I shouted out loud.
Altair tipped his head, raising a brow. “I mean, yeah, but it isn’t that far-fetched.”
“Not you, the stars are being gross.”
“Ooo, what did they say?” He leaned forward on the sofa, letting his chin fall into his free hand.
“They’re being perverts and talking about watching people…” I trailed off, my cheeks heating. Since when was I coy about sex? Yeah, I needed out of that cottage.
“Fuck?” He laughed, leaning back. “Wow, how did I never realize that the stars watch us during sex? That’s jarring.”
“Imagine what it’s like to hear them whisper about it in your head.”
“We’d love to see Azazel Altair at work.”
You’re despicable.
“Tell him what we said.”
No, you’re being gross!
“Tell him or we’ll do it for you.”
Is that a threat?
“Yes, of course.”
You’re more like children than almighty entities.
“Tell him.”
“Altair,” I said, grimacing. He sat up straight, his brows furrowing.
“What? Did they say something bad?”
