DippyDora

It was another cold night out in the middle of nowhere, a star riddled sky with no context, enshrouded by the tips of the trees that implied a sense of protection, when the man sitting in the chilling mist blanketing the clearing thought there was something more comforting that his little heaven he currently laid in, and it was sleeping next to him. Although his source of comfort was currently wandering in the realm of dreams, he felt he could tell his companion his deepest secrets and the sleeping man would still hear. He didn’t have a gun strapped to his waist, a rifle in his hand or his shield by his side, but he could sense the vast

(Note from the author) Could you please please please read my description at the bottom of the fic after this? I would appreciate it so much! Thank you! Enjoy! ~Prologue~ O-oh death Oo-oh death She had seen it. Seen pretty much all of it. The Soviets, the frozen alps, the big-headed scientists and the ID badges and futile lies and the wounds and the chemicals mixing and failure after failure. The course of history changed and changing like a rapid river by a breeze. Unseen. Unheard. She'd witnessed the insanity and the effort and the constant drive for perfection, the adrenaline pounding in veins as they pressed both hands together to tr