#but yeah i thought it was a neat idea. go see crystaltoa s latest tuyet post. its what motivated me to do this

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Tumul loves Tuyet.

She is his sister, agile and repentine - not frail, for water cannot break but only slither and crash; not cruel, for she only does what she must. There is no love for pain in her sharp movements, just like there isn't in his own heavy limbs.

They are twins: like Kopaka and Gali Mata. That is how their peers described them, that is how they describe themselves. They became Toa at the same time, trained at the same fortress, worked on the same missions, sparred with the same weapons. He can see what she can only guess, she can go where he can only imagine; the swiftness of her limbs perfectly compliments the bulk of his form.

She has never lied to him. Not even once.

Tuyet loves Tumul.

He is her brother, still and steady - not frail, for ice does not break nor melt if cold or thick enough; not cruel, for he only does what he must. There is no love for pain in his heavy limbs, just like there isn't in her own sharp movements.

They are twins: like Gali and Kopaka Mata. That is how their peers described them, that is how they describe themselves. They think the same way, talk in the same tone, enjoy the same silence, agree on the same plans, follow the same strategies. She can express what he only ponders, he can know what she can only suppose; the adaptability of his will perfectly compliments the inflexibility of her ideals.

She has never lied to him. Not even once.

She means it, when she promises she will use his power for the right cause, for the greater good, she means it, because he is dying and she was never good at healing (not that it would do much) and this is the only way she can save at least some part of him, she means it, because maybe it isn't the truth but it is right now, and because if she had had her way from the start her twin wouldn't be dying right now.

She means it, she always means it, and there is no need to use a Rode on her because it's the truth: she means it.

Tumul clutches the Nui Stone hard in his hands as he dies in her arms, to exhaust every drop of energy he has within it completely, to follow his twin sister in any way he can.

Tuyet returns alone, her twin brother seeping into her bones like failed cells absorbed in the womb. If she tightens her hand hard into a fist, she can feel a chill seep out of it.