nova hadn't been able to use her magic for the last 32 hours. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't panicking, even if just a little. stella told her to see daichi, but she was being stubborn. why would she go see daichi when he'd just scold her for not taking care of herself. it's not her fault that after, what, a thousand years (had it already been that long?), she was a little more than tired of taking care of herself. it felt aimless, useless, boring, monotonous.
she hadn't taught in maybe a couple hundred years. she'd lost track, hell she'd lost herself. nova could feel her magic bubbling below the surface of her skin, but instead of the rolling boil she was used to, it was more of a... simmer.
"fuck," she mumbles to herself, then knocks on daichi's door. "daichi, it's me. begging to be let in." / @bcdomens