Stīriacus | Archive of Our Own

‘On the Mithraeum, time took on a woozy, unbalanced quality that made Harrow feel like her head was stuffed through with cotton and razor wire; the days and weeks and months slipping through her fingers and washing around her like a sick tide.”

short drabble about time fuckery on bone island. inspired by that one time i utterly lost my mind trying think about how the FUCK does the empire keep time across 9 planets, 40+ billion light years, uncountable cohort ships, and all extended colonies and battlegrounds. 

rating: G