The old giant star had had enough.
He had spent 70 million years orbiting in the capital city of the galaxy, the nuclear star cluster. He had wandered through the molecular cloud towers that sparkled with stars like skyscrapers at night. He had spent long eons in the great cathedrals of plasma, listening to the other stars gossip and banter amongst the flying buttresses of magnetic strands. Staying in that orbit would certainly be the easy way out. It took no effort to remain in Keplerian motion. But he had grown tired of the new generation and their strange new words, light-speech imprinted with the myriad lines of metals.
Here, on the other side of the Torus Mountains, he could finally be at peace. Their grand peaks of dust cloud light years high blotted out the light of the city and the garrulous cries of its citizens.
A glowing trail of gas followed him. He had evolved past the red giant stage, to a second, even more swollen phase, the asymptotic giant branch. In this state his outer layers were so loosely bound they slowly sloughed off as he traveled, condensing into motes of dust that cascaded behind him in his stellar wind. He dipped ever so briefly down into the slowly spinning sea of plasma that lapped at his envelope. Where it had come from, he did not know, but the sea was warm, and inviting, and did ever so slightly lessen the discomfort of the thermal pulses that sent him shivering in the night.
He looked up at the twisting winds of hydrogen beyond. Brilliant H-alpha clouds snaked through the Torus peaks, swirling about the isolated clumps of dust that levitated above the sea.
He was dying, all right, but it was at least a beautiful place to die.
Something sparked in the corner of his eye. It stung only like X-rays could. A couple dots were trailing him. Stellar black holes…he thought. They had to have been attracted to him by the mass he was shedding behind.
As they grew closer, they came into view: actinic blue X-ray emitting disks swirling furiously, each with a long, lashing tail. The tail was a jet, launched by the rocket-nozzle shaped complex of magnetic fields anchored in the disk. He couldn’t see the black hole’s shadow, so pinprick was it compared to the accretion disk, but he knew it was there. He had seen this sort of thing before.
In the city the stars had carved out of the Torus Mountains, stellar black holes scavenged the back-alleys like jackals. They scooted through space on the thrust provided by asymmetric jets, wandering between concentrations of space debris to devour. He had seen them snatch away planets several times, but a star? They usually didn’t dare to try. The stars had seen to it with their exotic matter weapons that black holes learned to fear them.
One of the black holes drew in closer, and its tides began to claw at the AGB star. It peeled off a stream of gas from the star’s outermost envelope. The stream collided with itself as it looped down into the black hole’s accretion disk. An ideal source of replenishment.
The star felt nothing. He was so big and so distended that the outer parts of his body were barely in contact with the rest of him at all, no pain signals able to traverse the vast gulf. Stars had decentralized intelligences to make up for their large sizes, but even this came to be inadequate when one had ballooned to 200 times the size of the Sun. The black hole eagerly slurped down the star’s plasma with little resistance.
The second black hole swooped in, diving deeper into the star. This time, the star felt it. A searing course of pain swept through him as the black hole tunneled into the envelope, and he felt the tides compress the thin shell above his core where hydrogen was fusing. Fusion in thin layers of gas was very finicky, and could spike up exponentially. He had already endured his helium shell flashing over several times, and each had been a hundreds-year-long nightmare where his insides turned over and he vomited out nuclear ashes. How bad would it be if a black hole were involved? He didn’t want to know.
Out of his streaming eyes, he heard the light-calls of other stars. Blueshifted, rushing towards him, with sheer terror on their faces. A whole stampede of stars, racing away from the inner reaches of the plasma sea, each one’s gravity bobbing and swinging the AGB star around. The great plane of the sea swung to be above him, then below him, to the side. A thousand forces jostled him, tugging off chunks of his outer layers and sending them flying. The next thing he knew he was plunged into the sea itself. Endless blue light overtook him.
This thing did not just look like a sea; the thing had current. The plasma was swirling around like a vast whirlpool, and he was going the wrong way around. Furious streams gnashed at his face, ripping his eyes from their magnetic anchoring and peeling away his hydrogenous skin layer by layer. Where was he going? He couldn’t exactly tell. Not without his eyes. Still, he had other senses. Electric fields prickled him. Magnetism percolated. His own body began to swirl, winds rushing through his body to redistribute the unholy heat that was basting the forward side of his body.
The tidal tugs from the black holes were gone. They had scattered away, presumably in the same chaos that had brought him here. Still, he took stock in the damage that had been wrought. He was badly wounded, trapped in this awful place. He cried out as much as his luminosity could take him, desperately attempting to shout above the roaring of the headwaters and the formless noise of the plasma’s heat. His own light was getting lost in the maelstrom.
Ever so slightly, he felt it. The weakest little pull, the slightest bit of a tidal tug. His body tensed up, magnetic field lines stiffening. Something was going to rip him to pieces now, he was sure of it.
But the moment never came. The tug was gentle, like a caress. A soft and pleasant force amongst the myriads of other, stronger forces that were wracking him from all sides.
The force wrapped itself around him, almost inviting him in.
The stars that had fled called to him, but he had no eyes with which to see their light. He quietly disappeared from view, vanishing into the darkness he could not sense.
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My digital drawing equipment isn’t working again, so I’ve been doing more writing in my spare time.
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Prompt 284
“Oh little storm,” the being cooed, hands that are both large enough to crush the world yet small enough to hold his face gently running through his hair. He was being held by lightning, by stars and space and everything in between, cradling his form like he was something oh-so precious. “A surprise to be sure,” the being crooned, purred, rumbled, cracked, some noise of the depths of space mixed with something indescribable. “A surprise, but a welcome one.”
Billy had never felt so small, yet so loved, like the world itself was holding him against its heart as the whispers of the gods bled away in something akin to awe.
The being smiled, distant storms letting loose and ending droughts, even more distant stars bursting into being. “A little marvel of existence,” they hummed, hissed, cooed, whistled, hair- or strands of galaxies- melding into the abyss around them.
“A surprise son. A child of the Cosmos. Yes.” He was held so gently, space itself dancing and flickering around him, suns pressing hundreds of freckled kisses against his head.
“Welcome home, little storm. Welcome home, my son.”
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Giant K series #9: Bojan joins the party!
First of all, big thanks to @j-restlessgeek for being the best test audience / beta reader 💛💛💛 without your support I would have dropped this 15 times at least 🙏😭 Thank you so, so much!!!
And now, enjoy ✨ the post ✨ 🥳
(You know, I haven't even realized how much I missed Bojan in this series before I started working on this. So many ideas...)
What follows is basically a mismatched collection of unrelated ideas. Sit comfortably, this is going to be a long post 👀
That damn smile...
Don't worry, Käärijä won't fall overboard, Bojan is holding him 😊
It's that cliche picture of a couple lying in a meadow except they are in Finland so they went to the forest instead
Unrestrained summer fun
Nice catch
Bedtime 🏎
Cowlick 🐄
epic fail
Who needs shoulder angel/devil when you have Bojan
Kabe-don!
Pötsi as aid
Puppy love
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Aaand post.
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