#might edit it later and chuck it up on ao3 who knowsss

[conivolos]

EDIT: ooooo you wanna read this on ao3 so baddd /silly

It's the middle of the night and Chip can't sleep.

He lies on the deck of the albatross, hands pillowed behind his head, staring up into the moonless sky.

The stars shine and dance to an all too familiar tune, one that Chip knows intimately, but he can't quite find the strength to recall where from.

Still, it brings him some sort of comfort.

Chip's vision swims at the sea of stars, and he absently reaches a hand out to them. they part at his touch, swirling around his hand, following every motion.

His eyes reflect the constellations, glowing in their own right.

the stars and the sky, from long ago and very far away and very deep inside him, extended a hand. 

they did not wait for his response. 

white searing light reached into his chest. 

they pulled out the strings and writing of his soul. 

they rewrote it, etched runes of whispered secrets into the back of his eyelids

and it burns

Chip watches it unfold again and again and again and again. He feels so very far away from the deck of the albatross, so very far away from his body, from himself.

the stars tucked whispers behind his ear, carved in a script he cannot speak but still knows all the same. 

they stole his breath and melded it into the stardust that now coats the inside of his lungs.

the stars had cupped his face in their hands, wiped away his tears, put the neverending darkness and light there instead.

Something catches Chip's eye.

Jay stands on the deck, her skin shimmers with golden light, so bright it would be blinding. her one yellow eye is alight in a roaring inferno, the rest of her face lost to the light. wings of a phoenix sprout out behind her. threads of golden fire form her hair, her ferin pin stark against it.

"chip," she says, voice echoing in the nothingness. "why are you awake?"

chip blinks. a haze lifts from his mind. jay frowns at him.

"I dunno. Guess I couldn't sleep."