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A thousand thanks to @jossscarter for being my go-to Mars consultant on this, to all my followers for patiently waiting for me to start writing again after months away, and particularly to @all-the-gay-feels, @hollywritessometimes, @performativezippers, @whatdoidowiththisthing @ohmywanderingsoul and @rebeccabvnch for their encouragement.

Tw for description of a genocide. Link to AO3 here. 

In 300 years, this is what you will remember.

There isn’t long left, to find them. The room pulses with an unusual stillness, filling only with the sound of your own breath as your eyes stalk its every shadow – again, again – and come up empty handed.

You could use fire. They would have no defence from you, then. Nowhere to escape to, then.

“I will find you,” you call out, voice as low and gritty as you can bear it to go.

There’s no movement. They’re not here.

You’re sure.

“If you give up now, I will show you mercy,” you continue as you step outside, a breeze of red dust coasting over your feet. “But I will not rest until I find you.”

A thin rim of light is burning the sky into a long dusk, and your eyes strain in the dying glow.

There isn’t long left. You are being called back.

The earth is one colour. The rocks all the same.

There’s no time.

You go to reach for a flaming torch on the wall.

There.

Behind the rocks on the far left.

They are running. 

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Shameless reblog coz a few people have asked for this story lately since I said it was the hardest thing I wrote last year. That, and J’onn deserves more attention in the SG fandom. (Ps @martianbat you may like this.)