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hybridanafrost · 1 year ago

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Whack, you went ahead and just dropped this entertaining gem of a oneshot on Odette's bday no less!

Thank you so much! 😭 💖

I love that Claire is the stern teacher figure, while Morgen is the more gentle instructor. Meanwhile, Sister Margaret is taking the backseat by observing them and Yami with Odette and the other kids. I love that she is mentally making notes to tell Julius about it all later. Nacht, being the troublemaker, never gets old. Yami, being a big brother to kid Odette, never fails to warm my heart.

I just love the Gray Deer gang dynamic being so well represented in this one installment! Bravo!

Gonna go ahead and drop in Sister Margaret's bio here since she's rather new.

And why not throw in the birthday girl's bio too!

Broom Lessons

Summary: Morgen and Claire were sent as lecturers for their squad’s ‘Youth Broom Lessons’ volunteer program. Yami and Nacht tagged along as well.

Word count: ~3.4k words

Note: Odette Dumont and Sister Margaret are @hybridanafrost OCs. Claire Polaris is mine.

Morgen thought there couldn’t be a better day for their Youth Broom lessons. He looked up at the blue sky and smiled. The weather was a perfect balance of sunny and cloudy.

Morgen was filled with excitement as he carried a bundle of broomsticks with a skip in his step. Claire followed him while also carrying a bundle of broomsticks. Both were headed to the orphanage where Odette was.

Captain Julius confidently assigned the two Light mages as lecturers. He believed they could easily handle the task.

Morgen and Claire arrived at the orphanage right on schedule. Sister Margaret promptly led them to the classroom. She introduced the two Grey Deer knights standing before the children to be the ones leading today’s lecture. The children had their eyes wide and mouths gape with amazement. It was a special opportunity to see a magic knight up close.

The two light mages introduced themselves formally again. Morgen was as bright and cheerful as ever. He happily greeted the students and told them that he looked forward to the time they’d spend together.

On the other hand, Claire was stern. Not a curl on her lips nor a pleasant tone in her voice. She introduced herself as straightforwardly as possible.

The children attuned well to Morgen’s vibrant energy. Meanwhile, Claire gave the kids an impression of a strict teacher type. But at least they found her voice soothing to listen to.

Yami and Nacht came to the class as well. Overlooking all that was present in the classroom, they both leaned on the wall far behind.

Odette was shaking on her seat. She had been overcome with joy at the sight of both Morgen and Claire as her teachers.

Morgen began his lecture by introducing the basics of broom flight and emphasized the safety precautions before diving in. He gave a fair warning of the risks of flying unprepared but assured the children he wouldn’t let anything dangerous happen to them.

“All in all, you must be able to grasp controlling the movement and speed while flying on your broom,” Morgen explained. “For the next part of our lecture, I’ll have Claire take over.”

Claire stood in the middle. Her eyes swam across the classroom as if having a grasp of each student present.

Yami quietly observed and read Claire’s ki. Unlike her composed manner on the outside, her ki was in a state of unease. He interpreted that Claire was actually quite nervous.

“Has anyone had any experience of flying on a broom by themselves before? Even for a little?” Claire asked.

The kids turned to look at each other, trying to find if someone did.

One boy shyly raised a hand. “I have. I borrowed Sister Margaret’s broom and used it. But I stopped because I got too scared.”

Sister Margaret raised her brow at the boy. At the very least she thought the boy had courage in a different area. She took a mental note to keep an eye on where she leaves her broom behind.

Claire smiled reassuringly at the boy. “I see. And thank you for you’ve raised a good point.”

The boy pointed at himself. He didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Fear. It prevents us from overcoming our weakness. It hinders our ability to think clearly. Just as Morgen said before, control is the most important thing in learning how to fly. But because of fear we end up thinking of failure, or the worst that could happen.”

The rest of the students fell into silence. Odette listened intently to her words.

“Once you see yourself finally high up in the air, you might think ‘I’ll fall’ but a better approach would be to think, ‘I finally did it and I can keep doing it’.

Sister Margaret observed the newbie lecturers from the room’s doorway. Claire was good with her words. On the other hand, Morgen easily captivated his students with his cheerful personality. She commends Julius’ judgement in choosing those knights.

“Before we head out to practice, allow me to explain the concept first.” Claire continued her lecture. Her intent was to give the children an idea of broom flight so they wouldn’t fall into anxiety.

The kids kept listening.

“Do you know what’s so special about flying using a broom?” Claire raised a hand indicating she wanted to hear an answer from the crowd.

Several students raised their hands to answer;

“It’s easy to use?”

“It’s convenient?”

“It’s common?”

They answered.

“So, so close! Any more answers? Come on,” Claire turned around, waiting.

Odette felt a tap on her shoulder. She saw it was Nacht’s shadow hand that did it. The hand went to her desk and wrote using the pencil and paper on it.

“Say ‘Efficient’.” The shadow hand wrote.

Odette turned back to see Nacht who winked at her in response.

Odette raised her hand.

“Yes?” Claire called her.

“Brooms are used because it’s efficient.” Odette answered but not before looking back at Nacht once more.

Claire followed Odette’s line of sight. Nacht had his eyes turned to the side playing dumb to Claire’s suspicions.

“Very good, Odette. That is correct.”

Odette sat back down and grinned widely.

Confusion was the apparent reaction from her students.

“You see, only a small amount of mana is needed to make flight possible using a broom. It’s special because through appropriate mastery, you can conserve energy by controlling the circulation of mana around your broom. That’s what makes it ‘efficient’.” Claire picked up a broom and showed it clearly. “The force produced due to the circulation of mana around the broom is what allows you to fly. Think of this broom as becoming an extension of your own body. Like if you were a bird, the broom is your detachable wing.”

Some kids chuckled at the thought of having detachable wings.

“If you want to fly faster, you pour more mana into it. If you want to change directions, you also control the direction of mana. After grasping that, it's all about practice.”

“Can we now get to the actual broom flying?” Yami yelled from the back.

“This class is getting boring. All I see is broom and no flying,” Nacht faked a yawn.

The two boys at the back snickered and it ticked Claire.

Taking a deep breath, she gripped the broom tightly and threw it at them like a spear. It flew past the class of kids and landed right in between Yami and Nacht. The tip of its handle was stuck on the wall like an arrow to a target. “If you interrupt again, I’ll send you flying instead.”

Yami and Nacht nodded simultaneously, “Sorry, ma’am!”

The young students, save for Odette, were now terrified of Claire.

Sister Margaret breathed out a heavy sigh at their childish behavior. It appeared that these knights needed as much supervision as the children under her care.

“I was done with the lecture anyway,” Claire huffed.

Morgen clapped to catch the students’ attention. “Alright! Then let’s go out to practice!”

The children collectively cheered.

What came next surprised Sister Margaret. The reason for Nacht’s presence in class was because he would use his Shadow Magic to transport the kids, taking them as far as into the Forsaken Realm. She could understand their choice of venue. This was a wide-open field. The breeze was refreshing. Perfect training grounds for broom flight practice.

They found themselves in a farming village at the Forsaken Realm called Luin. And this was where Claire grew up.

This happened because Morgen asked a favor to Nacht.

Nacht agreed to help transport the kids, stating his simple reason that he would get to watch Claire teach kids and laugh about it. Choosing the village of Luin was something he discussed with Claire beforehand. Claire agreed to it and even helped him find an appropriate location to place a Shadow Marker in.

“Whoa!” A group of kids gaped at the sight before them.

Some kids couldn’t help but run around the vast stretch of grass.

Claire and Morgen went back to their lessons and had the kids try out their brooms. They provided each child with one broom that they brought with them.

They watched and observed the kids find a comfortable sitting position on their brooms. Most kids had their brooms go between their legs. Some sat with both legs on one side. One kid dared to do it while standing which he immediately stopped doing when he kept falling out of balance.

“So… How do you sit on your brooms?” Odette asked.

“I do it like this.” Yami bent down to a squat, and easily kept his balance on the broom.

“What the heck are you doing? You look like you’re about to drop your shit,” Claire said.

Nacht snorted. Morgen looked away, his hand covering his mouth. Without saying a word, the twins agreed with Claire.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t sit like this!” Yami yelled at Claire.

Odette copied Yami’s squat. But as she tried to fly up, she wobbled on her feet. “This is hard.”

“Just stick with the basics and have it between your legs,” Nacht advised. “Or do it like Morgen and Claire.”

Nacht meant that both Light mages preferred to sit with both legs on one side. Claire did so because of the long skirt she wore, while Morgen had his long tunic.

Odette followed Nacht’s advice and placed the broom between her legs. She shakily gripped the broom’s handle with both hands as she focused on pouring her mana onto it. Remembering what was mentioned in their lecture, Odette controlled the flow of mana.

She struggled to make it work. Seeing her having difficulties, she heard Morgen and Yami providing her with analogies to help her visualize. Hoping it would make her attempt easier.

Morgen compared it like it was having the wind fly a kite. Yami said it was like having the waves carry a boat.

Odette waited for the broom to finally push her off the ground. She grew slightly nervous with every passing second. But it instantly dissolved when she could no longer feel the weight on her feet.

“I did it!” Odette said proudly, repeatedly kicking the air with her feet.

Morgen and Claire clapped happily at her while Yami and Nacht had a grin on their lips.

Odette would forever remember this moment.

Time passed and some kids continued to practice on their brooms. Some kids had taken a break and sat on the grass. Claire, Morgen, as well as Sister Margaret kept their watchful eyes on their students.

Yami went off shortly after Odette’s first attempt at flying. Then he came back carrying a table and placed it down on an even surface. He put a large basket on top of it. Something he had been carrying even at the time they were still back at the orphanage. He took the lid off and smiled proudly at the contents.

Odette also took a short break from her flying practice and laid down on the grass. Her eyes were straight up and admired the skies.

“Psst!”

Odette sat up and turned to the sound. She found Nacht gesturing her to come closer. The girl tried to confirm that he was trying to get her attention specifically and glanced around.

“Come!” Nacht called.

Odette stood up and jogged to his side, her broom in hand.

“I’ll show you some tricks,” he grinned.

Her eyes sparkled with joy and flashed a smile back at Nacht.

Claire and Morgen focused their attention on a group of kids flying on their broom. They kept a close eye and guided them when-

“Ahh!!!” A scream came from far above. Claire and Morgen whipped their heads around only to find Odette falling. Her broom was out of her reach.

The rest of the kids suddenly stopped what they were doing. The class came to a halt.

“ODETTE!” Both light mages screamed.

Reacting swiftly, Morgen opened his grimoire and flew towards her with his arms reaching out. While Claire summoned a palm-sized firefly with a flick of her hand.

Claire’s firefly caught Odette first and it safely carried the girl back down.

There was a frown on Morgen’s face. ‘She was faster.’

Claire almost slumped to the ground in panic at the sight of Odette falling. She gathered herself with a shaky breath. “Oh, thank the heavens.”

Yami roared a laughter, “She went pretty high up!”

Sister Margaret smacked the back of Yami’s head. “Fool! The girl almost died!”

Odette bowed her head, feeling guilty for causing worry to Claire and Morgen. “I was trying to do what Nacht taught me.”

Sister Margaret glared daggers at Nacht.

“Just what on earth were you thinking! Didn’t you listen to the lecture earlier? Do you have any idea what might’ve happened to you had Morgen or Claire weren’t here to look after you?” Sister Margaret scolded Odette.

“Sister, please. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off my student.” Claire stepped in between Odette and Sister Margaret.

“No! This girl needs to learn her lesson!” A brewing rage was apparent in her voice.

“I had it under control. I was about to catch her.” Nacht rolled his eyes.

Sister Margaret marched closer to Nacht. She was planning to shove a handful of salt down his throat.

Morgen called out to stop her. “Sister! Everything is alright. We managed to save Odette in time!”

“Don’t take this lightly! He endangered the life of that young girl,” Sister Margaret said with a raised voice. It was obvious she was furious about what happened.

Nacht snapped back, “She wasn’t in danger! You’re overreacting, old hag.”

Sister Margaret took out her grimoire.

But a sniffle was heard. They all stopped and turned to see tears trailing down Odette’s cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry.” She then curled down and whimpered, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Nacht shifted in discomfort. He now had no idea what to say to her, nor how to comfort her.

Claire froze on the spot. Morgen kneeled to Odette’s side to wipe her tears.

Odette had her eyes tightly shut. Her mind had recalled bitter memories. She waited to hear a disappointed roar. Or the pain that would come from a brutal blow.

But instead, what she felt was a hand lightly touching the top of her head.

It was Yami, who gave Odette a reassuring pat on her head. “Hey, take a breath. No one here is gonna hit you. So lay off the waterworks.”

Odette looked up at Yami. “You're not?” she croaked.

“You think we'd save you from your ass of an old man just to hit you like he does? Give us some credit. We're magic knights after all.”

“You're right. I'm sorry for crying.” She wiped her tears away, “I should be strong.”

“There's no shame in crying. You're still a kid. You just got to remind yourself that you have people that want to help you now. So don't be afraid of us.”

Odette nodded, “Kay.”

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

Sister Margaret glared at Nacht with narrowed eyes. “Continue with the class.”

"I have a better idea,” Yami walked closer to the table he set up earlier. “Let’s all stop for lunch.”

The kids were released from all the tension when they saw Yami take out the contents of the basket.

The children ran over to him.

“Hey! Fall in line you little brats!” Yami called out, rice balls in hand. “Hey kid! I saw you cutting the line. Get back in line!” Yami scolded the kid and huffed back at him.

Sister Margaret sighed at the foreigner’s attitude but was grateful for his effort to keep the orphans in check.

Morgen sat beside Odette, they were both currently eating Yami’s riceballs. “Are you feeling better now?” Morgen took a closer look at Odette’s eyes. It was no longer puffed since she stopped crying.

Odette nodded while her mouth was still busy chewing. She took another bite of the riceball. The texture of the rice was perfect, and the fish filling was savory. It was delicious.

Morgen saw Claire talking to Nacht. But they were far away that he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Although he could see Claire’s disgruntled face and Nacht wearing a scowl. Morgen could only guess what they were discussing.

Yami silently sneaked behind Claire and shoved a piece of riceball straight to her mouth.

Claire faced Yami and he could swear he saw her eyes glow in anger.

Just like that, Claire went for Yami’s head as Nacht stood there confused at the turn of events.

The day went by so fast, and Sister Margaret knew they should return to the orphanage soon. The sun steadily sank its way down the horizon. Many were still enjoying their first time flying a broom. Some kids raced with each other. To which she cried out at them to be careful not to crash into anyone.

Morgen focused on flying with Odette as Nacht’s so-called tricks scared her from flying too high up.

Nacht was warned to stay away from the students or Sister Margaret would bind him with her Salt magic.

Claire flew with the kids, and she showed them tips on how to maneuver the broom.

This time, to prevent any accidents from happening again, Claire used a spell that stationed fireflies around them. Should any student accidentally fall off their broom, their designated firefly would catch them.

Some kids were in awe at the glowing fireflies that loomed around them. Others were fascinated by it and tried to catch it, but it would always slip out of their fingers.

“We should try this again next time. But we play a game on who could catch Claire’s fireflies the most,” Odette suggested.

“That is if she’ll let you catch them,” Morgen hummed, remembering how her firefly beat his own speed.

“It’s almost time to head back,” Sister Margaret said.

The kids frowned at that. They were having so much fun.

“Now, now. There’s always a next time,” Sister Margaret reassured.

When it was decidedly time to head home, Nacht opened his shadow portal again and brought the kids back to the orphanage.

Finally putting an end to today’s class, Morgen and Claire waved goodbyes to the children. Although exhausted from practice, the children called out and loudly thanked them.

As the Grey Deers plus Nacht left the orphanage, Odette chased after them.

“Don’t forget to teach me how you made those riceballs,” Odette reminded Yami.

“Sure thing,” Yami replied.

Nacht awkwardly stood behind Yami as he couldn’t bring himself to look at Odette after what he did.

Claire elbowed Nacht’s arm. They stared at each other, but it was Nacht who looked away first.

Nacht rubbed where she hit him and knew she wouldn’t let him off the hook.

“Uh- Odette? About what happened earlier…” Nacht had a hand at the back of his head. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

Her eyes widened. She didn’t expect to hear that from him. “I’m sorry too. I fell off my broom because I wasn’t being careful.”

“You were doing great for your first time. Don’t let it get into you. And you were courageous to even attempt advanced broom techniques after seeing it from me once.”

Odette felt a creeping warmth in her cheeks. “Will you still teach me your broom tricks?” she asked.

“As long as there’s proper supervision,” Claire said. “We don’t want you breaking your neck.”

“Alright. Thank you for catching me earlier, big sis.”

Claire tensed, “That- Uh- I.... did it on reflex. Don’t scare us like that again. Okay?”

Odette nodded. “Thank you for helping me out, big brother,” she glanced at Morgen.

“I’m glad that you’re feeling better now. There’s no need for you to feel scared whenever you’re with us. Remember that.” Morgen bent down and gave Odette a warm hug.

Sister Margaret walked out and told Odette she should go back inside.

Odette nodded at Sister Margaret. “Bye!” She waved at her adoptive siblings.

They waved back after a promise of them returning to her again. Morgen looked like he hesitated to leave.

The group finally made their way back to their personal quarters. They felt the exhaustion sink in the moment they laid down their soft beds.

It might had been a great experience for all of them. But teaching kids was extremely tiring.

Meanwhile, back at the orphanage, Odette comfortably tucked herself in bed and recalled all the earlier events. Her sleep was filled with happy dreams.

[END]

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aloysiavirgata · 1 year ago

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Scully comes out to Mulder as bisexual he responds by also coming out as bisexual

They’re kicked back in Adirondacks by the fire circle, the logs popping and sparking when the flames lick dried sap. The air is just crisp enough to make the heat cozy. Scully brought home cider donuts from the farm stand along her commute, which they wash down with a pitcher of sangria. A cinnamon-sugar crust coats her lips.

It’s been two minutes since he asked her and she hasn’t answered.

“So?” he prods, nudging her foot with his. “It’s been long enough all the sin’s gone out of it, Dana Katherine. Fess up, did you experiment some in college? I’ll absolve you if you did.”

He puts the lewdest possible edge on “experiment” so that she can’t in good faith make a quip about organic chemistry or the effects of acetylcholine on Rana pipiens.

Scully flops her head back against the heavy wooden chair; who cares at this point? The meanest nuns are dead. “Yeah,” she says. “I did.”

She turns to him for a reaction

His eyebrows are up, but he looks genuinely interested rather than smirking. “Oh? Do tell.”

She stares up at the rising column of smoke, tracks it to Polaris. Tracks it decades back. “This girl, Elizabeth. Roommate’s boyfriend’s sister. We…um. We all went out to a bar one night while she was visiting.”

Scully leans into the memory. Calgon and ski sweaters and Aqua Net. Layered bangs, Jordache jeans. Liz’s rum and Coke.

Liz’s hazel eyes, Liz’s blue mascara.

“Anyway. We all had a lot to drink and Claire - that was my roommate - Claire and Elizabeth’s brother were making out in his Cutlass Ciera.”

Liz’s mouth like a taut August plum, the taste of her frosted Revlon lips…

“There was this couch in the back of the bar, some coffee tables, you know the feeling. Anyway, Liz pulled me over. We’d been dancing some, Fleetwood Mac I think, and she kissed me. I was shocked, good Catholic girl that I was. But I was three shots in, and it was college, you know? We settled on the couch, kind of drunk I guess….”

She swallows hard, looks at Mulder. “Is this weird? It seems kind of weird.”

He shakes his head, eyes bright in the flames. “Go on.”

“We were kissing, mostly. She touched my breasts through my shirt, slipped her hands down my jeans but not my underwear. It was pretty innocent, I don’t know. I didn’t see her again after that but it definitely changed my perspective some. I began noticing if I found a woman attractive. Got at least a bit more comfortable with the idea, anyway. Stopped telling myself I just liked her hair or her outfit.”

She hears his breathing thicken. Just a little, but it’s there.

“And never after?” he asks.

Scully wonders what else he isn’t asking her. Wonders what it must be like to be young now. She shakes her head, takes a pull of sangria. Chews a chunk of macerated pineapple.

“No,” she says. “I came close a couple of times, but no.”

She wishes she had a cigarette or a joint. Something to do with her hands and her mouth even after so many years. And even after so many years she doesn’t tell him about what she thought of Esther Nairn, about whether she wanted to kill Diana or be Diana or fuck Diana.

They watch the fire for a time. Hear it crackle, gaze into a vast and endless sky. There are old gods there, older than hers. She knows that now. She embraces it.

“What about you?” Scully asks. “All those posh Eton boys at Oxford, surely one struck your fancy.”

She doesn’t really expect anything of it, but she asks to make him confirm or deny. To deflect. It’s how she’s been trained. And she’s endlessly intrigued by his formative years, her well-bred, prep-school lover. They’d practically invented sodomy, hadn’t they?

Mulder makes a soft, throaty noise. Grabs a donut and takes a huge bite.

She turns to him. “Oh my god,” she says. “Did you sleep with Alex Krycek?” Where had THAT come from?

He coughs donut crumbs everywhere. “Scully!”

She clamps on to it. “Did you?”

His turn for the sangria now, blushing. Blushing! Fox Mulder, did you really? she thinks, oddly turned on.

Mulder clears his throat. “He kissed me, but no. He kissed me twice, actually. But no, I didn’t…” he trails off, shaking his head.

“Did you like it?” she asks, her voice sex and sandpaper. Arousing herself further, Jesus.

“Yes,” he says. Holds her stare. Runs his tongue over the lips she’s kissed so many times. That Alex Krycek and Diana Fowley had kissed. The sting is gone, only the fascination left.

All the sin’s gone out of it, he’d said. Yes, it had. Over fifty, of course it had.

“But it wasn’t your first time.” A little breathless, that.

“No.” Licks his lips again. “You guessed right, Agent Scullly, brava. This guy, at uni…we. We didn’t sleep together, but we’d. You know. Touch.”

Agent Scully.

The father of her child looks unimaginably shy. “Ourselves. Each other.”

She knows about Phoebe, all the details. She knows about the cemetery and the gothic drama and the kind of sex that feels like a revelation instead of a mind game.

He knows about Daniel. She sees the child she was then, has long since forgiven the silly girl.

But this is different and, in her mind, sweet. Two boys, lonely, away from home. She hopes they were comforted. Happy.

“Did you…keep up with him?”

Mulder shakes his head, mouth a little swollen in the primal orange glow. “It only lasted a term before he graduated. Never spoke after that. Phoebe, you know. Other women.”

“Alex.”

He grins at her. “You have to admit he was awfully pretty, especially for a complete piece of shit.”

Scully laughs. “That he was.”

She reaches for his fingers in the dark.

In the light.

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shinkai14 · 2 years ago

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bleeding and a run

CW: blood (as per title) guns, hospital whump, being really high on morphine in said hospital, slavery mention, asassination mention, ecoli mention, mild swearing,

Tatiana

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Several people were at my door, a girl with olive skin and a very tall redhead girl that I had to look straight up to meet the eyes of, and she carried a passed out, bleeding-in-many-places Cami in her arms. Cami was almost dwarfed in comparison to this girl. Almost. Cami was about a foot shorter.

My mother and I let them inside, then conversed for a minute in Portuguese to figure out what we’d do, when my mother recognized something about the tall one.

“Wait- are you Night- Claire Malkom’s kid?”

“How do you know her name?” the redhead asked. Her voice had lowered by about an octave.

“You’re little Magdalena? Oh my God, last time I saw you you were so little!”

“I- don’t know you,”

She backed away.

Cami’s eyes slowly blinked open, and she mumbled, “Cuz, where are we?”

“That’s Airi- Ariana’s kid?” Lara said.

Magdalena nodded.

The ambulance arrived, and Lara said, “I’ll call Ariana, okay Magdalena?”

“Okay,” she replied.

Magdalena and the other girl took Cami to the ambulance and didn’t return.

Lara took out her phone and called someone, speaking very rapidly in French. I didn’t speak French, so I didn’t get much out of it, but when she hung up, she said, “We’re going to the hospital,”

We went out to the car, and my mom drove us there, then parked and hugged a tall red-headed woman wearing a knitted sweater and sweatpants. Not ideal for August.

My mother introduced us, and Ariana smiled at me. She seemed ancient, though she looked about thirty. My mom’s age.

A man with dark hair and pale skin, holding the hand of a girl with white hair, extremely pale skin and a red and white cane in her other hand approached us and gasped, “Any update, mom?”

Ariana nodded and said, “She’s in the ICU right now, awaiting surgery,”

She hugged him and said, “Don’t you worry Jon- Xoya, she’ll make it,”

We entered the hospital, and a few hours later, Ariana was told she could go to her daughter’s room now.

We went to Cami’s room, and she lay in the bed, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.

In and out, in and out.

Her wrists had IVs in it, with blood in one, some fluid in another. She had patches on her eyebrow, a bandage peeked out from under the light blue hospital gown. Her hair and the blood were the only colors in the room.

Her eyes blinked open, and I saw liquid gold for a moment, then her eyes dimmed and she went limp again, her arm angled oddly to the point it would be stiff when she woke up.

Ariana moved her arm back to a comfortable position, and she rolled to the side and mumbled, “Mommy, where am I?”

Ariana kneeled close to her and whispered, “Hospital,”

“Really? Did I get ‘im?”

“Get who?”

“Hunter,” she mumbled, “Did he finally realize he needed to leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry, Cams, no,”

She didn’t notice, and squinted up at the ceiling.

“Polaris’s really bright tonight,” she mumbled.

“Cams, we’re inside,”

“Oh, really? Cool,”

—

Cami didn’t come to school for the next week, then returned in a wheelchair. She had bandages on her leg, and she looked terrified of Mr. Simmons now. I couldn’t see why, he was strict, but he was kind and gave us an extension for her not being there.

Not being at school didn’t stop her from working.

She wheeled next to me and leaned on my shoulder, then said in her forever quiet voice, “So, how’s the project going?”

“I have a bunch of photos and info now,”

“Yay!” She sounded slightly louder here.

She hugged me and said, “So, do you think Ms. Delano will be fine with me missing a week of rehearsals and showing up in a wheelchair?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty nice about things like that,”

“Thank god, last teacher I had got mad at me when I was hospitalized with E. coli O157:H7,”

“What?”

“E. coli on steroids,”

“Yikes. My mom told me about an E. coli outbreak when she was eight that killed some of her friends,”

“Damn,”

“Yeah, my mom said there wasn’t much access to hospitals at the time,”

We went back to work and I realized, I had no idea where my mother grew up or lived before here. Just that she grew up in a communidade, or favela if said by the upper class people. The places where the descendants of former slaves ended up because the government failed to provide for them.

I texted her about it when I got out of Mr. Simmons’ class, and she said about an hour and a half later, an entire other class passing, ‘It's a complicated story, one I’ll tell you someday.’

Someday. A nice promise, although non-definitive.

After Chem was over, I went to lunch, and Moon brought her friend Marina over. We tolerated Marina, not some of Moon’s other friends who’d annoyed all of us, and certainly not Kira, who enjoyed spouting slurs and getting scolded by everyone else about it.

Even Moon barely tolerated her.

Kira decided to come over. She had dyed snow-white hair to match her white ears and tail, and at the time, she wore all dark colors, an odd contrast.

She slammed her hands in front of Cami and hissed at her, and Cami ignored her.

“I’m talking to you,” Kira snapped.

Cami looked up with a bored expression and said, “Could’ve sworn you weren’t talking,”

Kira’s left ear twitched and her lip curled into an animalistic snarl.

“Shut up!” She snapped.

“You’ve done most of the talking,” Cami remarked.

Kira’s hair and tail bristled, and Cami looked up at her for a moment, and I saw a golden glow for a split second.

Kira opened and closed her mouth, then hissed, “How dare you?”

“How dare I what?” Cami asked, her tone just as gentle as when she started talking.

“You know what I mean!”

“I really don’t,”

Kira snarled louder and called her an awful word.

Cami’s expression hardened, and she snapped, “You’re lucky I can’t stand right now,”

I heard rain above, even though the weather could normally be seen for miles, and there was no trace this morning. Lightning struck right outside the school, and I jumped when I saw the burning almost-white light hit a tree. Murmurs of worry echoed through the cafeteria, and at our table, all but Cami looked spooked. Cami, instead, looked exhausted and tilted to the side with the next lightning strike. She stayed upright because of the wheelchair’s seatbelt, but we weren’t sure what to do. As the storm continued, her breathing slowed, and eventually, just as quickly as it began, it ended, and she opened her eyes and gasped for breath, almost choking.

Almost, thankfully. She was fine after a moment, just- off. She didn’t know what was going on until we filled her in.

Then she wheeled away, took out her phone and texted for a moment, then returned.

The bell rang, and I tried to ask her what happened, and she blew me off and said, “It’s nothing, I have… narcolepsy,”

Liar.

But I didn’t press.

I didn’t change how I spoke to her, either, it was her business, not mine.

When class went out for the day, she went straight to the theater after giving me a hug, and I went to the bus.

Cami

----

“So, what happened?” Addy asked.

“I got shot six times,” I replied.

“Oh.”

I wheeled myself to the edge of the stage, tried my hardest to hop up, only for pain to shoot through my arm, and I fell back down.

I got back in the chair and wheeled the long way, through the back. Thankfully, there was another way, through the chorus room.

I had to be careful wheeling down the ramp in the room and wheeled backstage.

Eli was doing the first scene. The play we were doing was an old classic from back during the first Civil Rights movement, a love story suggesting that shifters get equal rights as well. Most involved in the movement agreed, but the humans in charge at the time sucked and said no. The vice president at the time was actually assassinated by a member of congress for pushing for a shifter rights bill in 1968. So we waited for twenty years for the second movement, and that one, humans finally relented and now the kenomi and dragon-folk had rights. The dragon-folk often lived in the packs, however, and often didn’t care. Olivia was one of the non-traditional dragon-folk, both physically, as a more unique thing that couldn’t fly, and mentally, she had a dream, and she longed to make sure that no one would ever forget it. She wanted to make it safe for all of us to return as ourselves.

Eli shifted as the script said and a voiceover would allow them to speak on the show night. Many shifters couldn’t speak in our animal forms. I wasn’t one of them who couldn’t, I just didn’t enjoy doing so, it felt weird.

When they got off the scene, they high-fived me and said, “How’d I do, Critura?”

“Great!”

I looked at my book as I wheeled onto the scene, in the middle of the other’s monologue as the book told me. Seeing my wheelchair, it threw my scene partner, Sebby, off a bit, but he quickly stopped his surprise and continued the scene. I got to tell his character off for being an ass, as I’d adopted Eli’s character, Jenny.

It was really fun.

He stood there, character dumbfounded for a moment, and we exited in opposite directions. Me, stage right, him, stage left.

I didn’t have to go back on ‘til scene four, an ensemble scene in which people were gossiping while I told Eli’s character to go straight to the press about the mistreatment at work.

Eventually came four o clock, and we all had to go, and I wheeled out when Xoya called me. They and their girlfriend, Winter, were in Xoya’s SUV, and Winter looked in my general direction, smiled, and greeted me when I got in the car.

We didn’t talk much of the drive, though I wanted to tell them everything that had transpired.

Don’t worry, Cams. Xoya’s mental voice touched my mental form.

“Don’t do that,” I said, “Its weird,”

“Well, if you bothered with the exercises I gave you, I wouldn’t be able to,”

I threw up a wall of my magic internally, solid rain dust, almost like what littered the ground after that storm I’d accidentally caused. That beautiful dust didn’t always come, but when it did, you could tell exactly where I exploded.

Xoya dropped me off at the gravel path, then started their journey back to theirs and Winter’s shared apartment. I walked up, then got inside and went into my room, and lay back on my black and navy-blue bed, the only orderly part of my paint splattered walls. All had meaning, yet to most, it looked eccentric.

My closet was black, the color black helped me to calm down. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my calming, black leather jacket anymore because of the amount of times I was shot in the torso the week before. My ceiling was navy blue. The color for sleep.

I’d go over the rest, but I wouldn’t have the energy to write all that, so just imagine an abstract painting of all colors. And I do mean all of them. Every color I knew.

I peeled off my shirt and traced the old scars that ran down my torso to my thigh. The long gone pain that made me feel as I made my former friend feel.

I missed Hunter. I wondered if Marina missed me, if Hunter told her. I wasn’t about to ask, on the chance she got scared and stayed away.

I pulled myself onto my bed and shifted. I got off and walked out the room, and I walked through the woods. I was strong in this form, and I needed to stretch my legs.

—

I lay down on an angled log and ate some termites and probably decimated the population while I was at it, but I couldn’t help it. It tasted like wood grilled meat, although I wasn’t sure what kind.

Someone approached me, and I looked up and saw Lyorna and Lizzie, about three hundred feet away. Lizzie was so excited and kept bouncing up and down, but I wanted to be alone.

I stood and padded away, and heard Lizzie following after me, despite Lyorna’s protests about how it was probably a bad idea to touch a wolf.

The Critura of the Snowdrift pack eventually managed to lead Lizzie away, and I decided to return the favor. I stalked them for about an hour before the wind changed, and Lyorna looked right at where I was in the shadows and giggled.

“Lena, what’s up?”

“Just thinking,”

I emerged and let Lizzie touch me, as she so clearly wanted, then I continued on my walk, laughing.

I lay in some sand and rolled around, when I tasted human on the air.

I went underwater, then rolled until my dark patches were on top, careful not to let out my oxygen. I occasionally craned my neck to poke my nose out, breathe out and in, and lower it again.

Something grabbed me, and I twisted, kicked, then swam to deeper waters. My feet couldn’t touch the ground in my human form, I doubted what grabbed me could. A fish passed by, and I resisted the temptation to eat it as I kicked to stay above water.

On the opposite shore, I saw several people, but I have pretty bad vision. But I recognized the scent of them and swam towards them.

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