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emerywrites · 4 years ago

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Child of Moonlight and Alchemy

Fandom: Tangled the Series

Summary: The Moonstone was holding Quirin hostage even after leaving the Dark Kingdom and the Brotherhood behind. It destroyed his life in every sense of the word and refused to let him go. He never expected it to give him something in return.

Rating: PG

Content Warning: canon character death, child neglect

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Haunted Quirin felt haunted. As more black rocks cropped up, their spikes taking homes and lives, it left him and the brotherhood at a loss as to how to stop it. Then there was their king, falling prey to the opal’s madness. Quirin was haunted by the shadow of sanity their king had lost, haunted by ghosts of those who were impaled in their sleep, those who were sealed in by the rock surrounding them, those that were done in by the grief of losing everything they’d known to these rocks that could not be reasoned with.

Adira took it upon herself to start looking into more mythic ways to combat them while Hector seemed to be falling into a madness all his own. Quirin preferred the more practical solution of moving their people toward the outskirts of their kingdom, away from the rocks. But what Quirin had not foreseen was being haunted by the ghost of his sister. She had tried to take the opal herself in an attempt at her own solution. It was an effort to save her husband and her son from its fate. He had tried to warn Edmund of the Queen’s plan but they were too late. Sometimes Quirin heard her voice in his dreams, calling to him. “Brother,” she said in a faraway voice as he tossed and turned one night. “Brother, go to the opal. Brother, it needs you.” Quirin awoke in a cold sweat. “Lorelei.” Quirin didn’t bother with his armor. The voice instilled in him a sense of urgency. It drove him to do nothing more than pull on a pair of trousers and grab his sword. He stumbled from his room and made his way to the Moonstone’s chamber. The guards at the doors were easily disarmed and knocked unconscious. “Brother,” he heard call from inside the chamber. Quirin burst through the doors. The opal had shed its protective shell of black rock and floated upwards. Then Lorelei was there. She stood behind the opal, looking down on it with adoration. “Isn’t it beautiful, brother?” “Yes.” He didn’t know why he’d agreed. It wasn’t beautiful to him. To him it was dangerous and horrid. He wished that the moon had never produced that opal. It brought nothing but destruction and decay. But then Lorelei looked at him with tears in her eyes. They spilled over and ran down her cheeks. On instinct, Quirin rushed forward. He crossed the bridge but stopped at the middle because Lorelei was suddenly there to meet him. He wiped away her tears with the side of his finger. They collected there and solidified into a smaller version of the moon opal. “What is this?” There was something sinister about its gleam. “You must keep it,” she told him. “There will come such a time that you will need it. Until then, hold it close to your heart.” Quirin blinked and she was gone. With trembling hands, he put the smaller opal in his pocket. The next day, Edmund ordered that the kingdom evacuate.

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Nature When Quirin came to Corona, he had decided he was done with the Brotherhood. He wanted no more part in something that had consumed his whole life and left with nothing but heartache. He wanted a new start. Helaine swept into his life like a whirlwind. It was effortless for her. All it took was a smile and he melted. She was a brilliant alchemist who helped her village in any way she could. Everyone came to her for help. Watching her work was like watching someone create art. She delved into her own world when she pulled on her goggles. She deftly measured, poured, examined, adjusted temperatures, all in fluid movements that were second nature to her. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. One day it was a salve for the Widow Cooper’s joint pain. Another day it was adjusting the components of the soil to make it more fertile. And the next day it was building a system to warn them if a pack of wolves was coming too close to the village. Helaine’s work was never done and she liked it that way. Then Queen Arianna became ill and the king sent out a search for the Sundrop to save her. Quirin pulled on his old Brotherhood armor and went to warn him not to use it. The black rocks would seek out the magic of the Sundrop and endanger Corona. But the stubborn king wouldn’t listen. Quirin went home and told Helaine everything about his past. Up until that point he had been as vague as he could be to keep the burden of what he knew from her. It finally boiled over and he told her whatever he knew of the Moonstone and Sundrop. Then he showed her the shard of Moonstone that the vision of his sister had given him. He had put it on a chain and wore it around his neck to keep it close to him at all times. Keep it close to your heart. “I fear what will come now that King Frederic is toying with forces he doesn’t understand,” he said as he undid the clasp and handed her the necklace to examine. Helaine held up the chain and took in the smaller Moonstone that was encased in its own miniature shell the same as the one in the Dark Kingdom. “This is fascinating,” she said, voice full of awe. “If I could just study the-” Quirin snatched it back, feeling that he had just made a terrible mistake. Of course, his wife, ever the curious scientist, would be enthralled by something so otherworldly. The hurt that flashed through her eyes, made him want to soften his reaction. “I’m sorry, Helaine. But its dangerous. It killed my sister and drove her husband to madness. It destroyed my home.” “If it’s caused so much harm, then why do you keep it?” She took his hand and held it securely in her own. The comfort Quirin got from the simple gesture was immeasurable. “I know that the vision I saw wasn’t really my sister, but whether it was good, evil, or something else, it gave this to me. She said that this would be important and I believe her. This stone is my responsibility now.” Quirin regretted ever telling Helaine about his piece of the stone. It was too late by the time he found out she too had visions from the Moonstone. It showed her how to use magic and alchemy to get something they’d both so desired. Helaine replaced his piece of the opal with a fake one she’d created and got to work. Using a sample of her hair, his hair, the Moonstone and a few other ingredients that took her a month and a couple of trips out of town to collect, she was able to do it. Quirin came home one day to find her holding a sleeping baby who looked so much like her but with a streak of blue hair standing out against the dark brown of the rest of it. “What have you done?” Quirin demanded. “We have the child we always wanted,” she insisted with a smile. He ripped off the fake Moonstone and held it up. “You lied to me.” He threw it to the ground and stepped on it. “How could you do this? How could you make that thing?” “This thing is our child!” she argued. “The opal showed me that I could use it to make something so wonderful. It was a gift.” “No! Helaine, don’t you see that it tricked you? Now we have an attachment to it. If there was ever a need to destroy it-” “Don’t, Quirin.” Her voice trembled with desperation that sent him internally reeling. “This is what it wanted.” Something broke between them that day. But as the baby grew, that broken piece was patched over. It was left weak but they managed to work around it. The child slowly worked his way into Quirin’s heart. He regretted the child’s origin but couldn’t help the fondness he began to feel. They lied to the village and told them that they found the child left nearby, on the outskirts of the forest. There were rumors and questions that slowly died out over the years. The boy fell just as deeply in love with science and alchemy as Helaine. Though Quirin was happy to see that he did have an appreciation for farming too. But as much joy as the boy brought them, Quirin felt like he was holding his breath, waiting for the payment that would come for such a crime against nature. He refused to even let his guard down enough to call the child his son. The Moonstone wasn’t a kind and benevolent creature. It wasn’t going to give them something so beautiful as a child without a sacrifice.

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Nurture Then Helaine fell ill. It was something no doctor could explain. She slowly deteriorated before their eyes, over the course of three months. Quirin and the boy sat by her side, comforting her as best as they could. After she was gone, Quirin couldn’t bear to look at the child. That was the cost. Helaine made them a child by using something as volatile as the Moonstone and it killed her. Watching her die only reminded Quirin that the moonstone had tricked Helaine into it to gain a form as sympathetic as a child. He wouldn’t fall for it. A week past that he ignored it. But the continuous, “Daddy, what’s wrong?” and “Daddy, did I do something bad?” and “Daddy, please talk to me!”, were close to breaking him. He couldn’t kill it, that much was clear to him. But if the Moonstone wanted him to keep it close, then maybe he needed to get it as far away from him as possible. He packed up a cart and the boy, then drove to the capital. Quirin walked him all over town, trying to figure out what to do. Everyone was kind enough, someone would care for him, wouldn’t they? Or maybe he needed to go further. The boy may be able to tell them how to get him back home. As Quirin pondered this, he didn’t even notice the boy wander off. Once he looked around for him, the boy was nowhere in sight. He should have felt relief but all that washed over him was dread and fear. Quirin got the attention of a man selling flowers from a cart. “Sir, my son wandered off. Have you seen him? He’s only five-years-old. He has brown hair with a blue streak in it.” He ran around asking everyone he saw if they’d seen his son. It wasn’t until he was asking the fifth person that he realized he’d been calling the boy his son. When someone was finally able to show him into a shop where an old lady had been keeping an eye on the boy, he was overwhelmed with relief. The boy was licking a lollipop seemingly unaffected by the ordeal. Tears stung Quirin’s eyes as he kneeled down to hug him. “I am so sorry, Varian.” Quirin pulled away when he realized Varian wasn’t hugging him back. Varian looked up at him with a confused expression that slowly shifted into a distraught one. “Why were you mad at me?” “I wasn’t mad.” Was that a lie? He didn’t know how to explain something like this to a child. “There is no excuse for how I treated you. I made a mistake.” Too many mistakes. “I hope that you can forgive me.” Varian nodded fervently and hugged him, dropping his lollipop in the process.

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Truth The black rocks encroached on Corona, leaving Quirin at a loss. Varian had been his child for a little over fourteen years and there was no way he was going to risk losing his son. The Moonstone perfectly entwined itself into his life and there was no going back. He had accepted the fact that he would do anything to protect Varian. So, he pretended that the rocks were not a problem. He avoided them and downplayed them until he couldn’t any longer. Then he went to lengths to move their whole village just to protect his son. But Varian didn’t understand. How could he? He didn’t know the horrible truth about what he was. He didn’t know that he was the same as the thing causing all of the destruction they were seeing. He could never know. Maybe it was in Varian’s nature to be drawn to the rocks. Maybe he couldn’t help but go against Quirin’s orders to stay away from them. Either way he experimented on them in defiance of Quirin’s words. As Varian ran to go get help Quirin knew he couldn’t let his son go on not knowing. With there being no solution in sight, Varian needed to know what he truly was. He silently begged Varian to return so he could tell him before being entombed in the amber growing up from the rock. When the table was pushed near him along with the paper and quill, he got to work. He quickly wrote down the explanation of only the necessary information. It was blunt and lacked any comfort or emotion. Quirin didn’t have the time to include reassurances and gentle words. Could he really leave Varian with nothing but the cold, harsh truth? At the very bottom, Quirin quickly jotted in. I’m proud of you, son. I always have been.

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misskikuwrites · 5 years ago

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Unbroken Chains

Bede/Gloria (dressedinpinkshipping)

hurt/comfort/fluff

He never thought he'd see her again.

"You…" Bede's heart stopped. He stared at her, eyes wide and unseeing. "What are you doing here?"

A sliver of anger tightened his voice. He felt chains of fear coil around his throat, cold and biting and choking.

Oleana turned to face him, a flicker of recognition and surprise widening her eyes for a brief moment.

"Well. If it isn't Bede." Her voice was flat and disinterested. "I never thought I would run into you in the mines."

Heat blurred his vision. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as his whole body tensed beneath the memories conjured by her voice. Memories, regret and fear that he'd buried deep surfaced all at once like a geyser in his chest and he ground his teeth until his jaw ached.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Bede repeated, louder than before. Louder and firmer as a torrent of bile and fury rose up to burn his throat. His gaze, although sharply fixed on Oleana, was distant and unfocused.

He felt her eyes on him. Felt her keen gaze size him up from head to toe and he felt small again, small and insignificant and frightened. Everything was going dark.

"I've been doing some voluntary community service on Mr Rose's behalf," she said.

He heard her words clearly as though she were towering over him and not at the end of the tunnel, not the safe distance away that she was. The name he wanted to forget tightened the chain around his throat. Tightened it until it bit into his flesh and he couldn't breathe.

"He used to work in a coal mine a long time ago," she continued. "That's why I'm actually happy to be doing this kind of work."

Everything blurred. He saw red as his hands began to shake and his knuckles burned white, clenched harder and tighter.

"Is that all you think about?"

He didn't recognise his own voice. It was cold.

Her expression remained unchanging. "Excuse me?"

A fire burned in his lungs, the air scorching his chest and throat as he breathed, as he hissed in a sharp breath.

"After all this time, everything he did… and he's still the only thing you care about?"

She was silent for a moment.

"Don't think we're so different, you and I."

His eyes snapped to her face, vision clearing with searing indignation that burned through his glare.

"After all," she continued, "you're wearing the watch he gave you even now."

It went dark. The weight on his wrist fixed him in place.

"I am nothing like you," he hissed, but the impact of her words thumped painfully in his chest. The truth behind the chains he couldn't drop.

"Perhaps. Although, we both wouldn't be where we are today without Mr Rose."

He wanted to laugh. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real.

"Do you not have a single shred of remorse for what you did?"

He found himself smiling. Smiling in disbelief, a slow trickle of dread working its way down his spine.

"Remorse? For what? We did what we had to. I will be forever thankful that the Champion stopped Eternatus, and Mr Rose feels the same way. He was just so worried about the future…"

Bede breathed a sharp beat of laughter. A huff that stole painfully from his chest.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?"

She looked down at him. "What more do you want?"

"Did either of you ever stop to think about me for one moment? Everything you made me do?"

The pounding of his heart almost drowned out Oleana's reply.

"You knew what you were doing. We never forced you to do anything; in fact, I recall you being grateful, enthusiastic even, to be able to help Mr Rose-"

"I was a child!"

Her eyes widened.

"You manipulated me. You and Rose. From the start, that's all I was to you. A tool, a means to an end, to be discarded when it no longer suited your interests."

"Why are you playing the victim now? You knew-"

"No." He cut her off with a cold glare, with words as cold as ice, as calculated and sharp as a blade. "You don't get to put this on me. Rose manipulated me from the start, gave me everything I wanted in order to turn me into the tool he needed for his warped mission. He used me - a child. And you helped him. Everything I knew, everything I thought I had, was all a lie. And you're pathetic enough to twist that and put it back on me, as if I knew exactly what I was doing?"

His hands shook as he stole a sharp breath. He felt numb.

"All I wanted was to be acknowledged, to be recognised and loved and I thought I'd found that in Rose-" his voice cracked. Broken and strangled and he sucked in a quiet breath. "I've finally found that. Finally found a place where I'm accepted and acknowledged for who I am and none of that was thanks to Rose, or you. That's what separates us. That's where we're different, you and me."

Bede no longer felt her eyes upon him.

"You haven't changed one bit." She sounded disinterested again. Bored and uncaring. "You never stopped making excuses for your failings, blaming things on other people. Like you blamed your lack of wishing stars on the Champion during your challenge, you blame the course of your life on Mr Rose and me."

He had nothing more to say. He looked at her one final time; the woman he'd cowered before, who's words kept him on a tight leash chained around his throat, who made him feel small and insignificant and pathetic under her gaze.

He felt nothing. Not even pity.

He turned away from her. "Goodbye, Oleana," he said. "I hope I never have the misfortune of running into you again."

She didn't reply and he didn't look back.

Ms Opal's firm hand on his shoulder brought Bede back to reality.

"Perhaps that's enough training for today," she offered, giving him a warm, gentle smile at the vacant and unseeing look in Bede's eyes.

The orders he'd snapped at the Gym Trainers hung in the air and ached in his throat. He'd pushed them hard. Harder than he'd even done before, harder and colder as memories kept flashing behind his eyes and he was back there again, burning with anger and pain and-

Bede sighed and everything faded. He turned from Ms Opal, dragging a hand down his face in regret.

"My apologies," he murmured to her before raising his head and looking each Gym Trainer in the eye. They watched him, concerned. Worried, but not frightened. It calmed his heart. "Forgive me. I have been too harsh on you all. Carry on as you were. I… need a moment to myself."

Ms Opal's smile was full of love, soft and sympathetic, as though she knew something of the pain lancing through his heart.

"Take as long as you need," she said to him. "I'll watch over their training until you return."

Bede nodded gratefully, holding back a deep, weary sigh. "Thank you."

He gathered his bag and left the Gym. The weight around his wrist was as heavy as his heart, and he no longer knew what to do. Or where to go, or how to settle the raging thoughts swirling in his mind.

Through it all, through the turmoil and pain and confusion whirling in his head, a clear, firm ache in his heart remained. A pull towards her that was always there. He felt it again now; a firm tug, a desire to see her, and decided followed it. It was the only thing he knew was real amidst the chaos. The calm in the eye of the storm.

Bede hailed a Sky Taxi. He had nothing left to lose.

And he wanted to see her.

Gloria was smiling. Bede's heart softened at the light in her eyes, the flash of her smile as bright and cheerful as he remembered. She hadn't noticed him yet, hadn't seen him standing in the doorway to Wyndon's stadium. She said something to one of the League Staff, who then motioned towards Bede, and she whirled, her smile blooming and dazzling as their eyes met.

"Bede!" she chimed and skipped over, ready to launch herself at him for a hug, before the dark shadow in his eyes registered to her and she stopped.

He looked away. He knew what she was seeing, knew he couldn't hide the depth of his pain from her, and accepted it. He accepted her hand on his arm, her understanding smile, her gentle nudge as she led him outside.

"I'll be back soon," she called over her shoulder to the staff, and slid her hand into Bede's before speaking to him softly. "Come on. Let's go for a walk."

Her hand was warm and her tender touch grounded him as he followed her out into the street. She gave his hand a soft squeeze as they walked. His heart squeezed in response and a lump wedged high in his throat in the silence. She said nothing, asked nothing of his sudden appearance nor the darkness in his gaze. That was enough for heat to wash over his eyes.

Gloria led him away from the busy streets, away from people and noise until they were alone by the waters edge. She gripped the railing with her free hand, staring out across water at the sunset sky. A cool wind brushed by, sweeping her brown hair off her shoulders in a gentle dance. Something crumbled inside Bede and he dropped her hand. Before she could turn around to face him, he fell against her back and embraced her. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she jumped as his arms snaked around her waist.

"B-Bede?!" she squeaked. "Wh-What are you- you- you're hugging me?!"

She was so warm. Her familiar scent enveloped his body and his lungs, filling him with waves of calm with every deep breath he took.

"Please, just…" It was hard to get the words out. To force them through the thick wedge in his throat. "Let me stay like this… for a while," he sighed his request against the side of her neck and she shivered in his arms.

He felt her stiffen.

"O-Okay… I… I mean, I don't mind it's just, it was really sudden and I'm not used to you doing something like- like this and um, that's completely fine with me- Arceus, I'm rambling now, sorry!" she cut herself off with a quick apology, clamping her mouth shut.

Slowly, she began to relax, and after a moment passed, she placed a hand over his. The quiet gesture made heat prickle behind his eyes. He squeezed them shut, fighting back the pain.

He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know why he'd embraced her or why it felt so comforting and so right, as though to hold her like this was what he'd needed all along. The weight pulling him down, the choking fear around his neck, was all but forgotten. He felt her against him and felt calm. He could breathe when it was her he was breathing in. The warmth of her body against him warmed Bede to his core and he no longer felt numb.

Gloria curled her fingers over his hand and lent the side of her head against his. A shaky sigh stole from his lungs.

"I'm here," she said quietly.

When her kind words reached him, Bede could no longer fight back the tears. He held her tighter as they came, as they flooded his eyes and spilled through, spilled out and down his cheeks to wet her shoulder. He shuddered against her with broken, silent gasps. The pain bearing down on him was suffocating, bleeding through his veins, his bones, his body, and he sank against Gloria's back, burying his head firmer into her shoulder, and cried.

She stood there with him, in his tight embrace, and shouldered his tears. She stood firm beneath his broken gasps that made his chest heave and shudder and drained the strength from his legs. Her hand remained over his, an unspoken and understanding touch, and he gave in to her. He gave in, the final walls around his heart crumbling into dust beneath the weight of his pain and the knowledge that she could take it, that she was here. He let it all come; the tears, the pain, the sobs he no longer stifled and the gasps he no longer hid.

Her silent gesture spoke louder than words, her hand gently squeezing his once more. She stood firm, stood as a blazing light in the darkness engulfing his heart, and that was all he needed.

Perhaps he had known all along, when he had sought her out, what she could be for him. What she was to him. Like a breath stolen before plunging into the torrential depths of the sea, she gave him enough time, enough strength, to hold on and struggle to the surface. Enough air to breach that final distance, to weather the storm and chaos until he could breathe again.

He held her for as long as he needed, as the tears dried and his sobs quietened. She stood there with him as the pain eased and his erratic breathing, his heaving lungs, settled. He embraced her as the heavy ache in his chest faded beneath a wave of embarrassment at what he was doing, at how tightly he was holding her against his chest, at how firmly his arms were wrapped around her waist. The familiar scent filling his lungs, that scent that was recognisably Gloria, made his pulse skitter and flutter at how shamelessly he'd relished in it earlier. Mortification began to burn across his cheeks as the seconds ticked by and he realised he didn't know what to do now.

The gentle touch of her hand, the delicate sweep of her thumb over the back of his hand, brought him out of his panic and he relaxed his grip on her. He stepped back, drawing his arms from her waist and to his sides. The air felt remarkably colder without her warmth.

Gloria slowly turned to face him and he forcedly stared out over the water as he felt his cheeks flush darkly under her gaze. He could see the concern on her face in the corner of his eyes.

"Did… something happen?" she asked. "It's not… Ms Opal, is it?"

The worry in her voice drew his eyes to her, a kind smile lifting his lips. "Ms Opal is fine," he reassured her.

Her eyes widened in relief and she sighed. "Oh, thank goodness." Her gaze softened, beads of worry still in her eyes, her brow furrowed slightly. "Then… is everything okay? I mean, obviously not but…" She chewed her lip anxiously. "What happened?"

"I ran into Oleana."

The words came easily now, as though telling her what had happened was as simple, as easy, as exhaling a breath. It took no effort at all. Gloria's eyes widened fractionally, her lips parting in a silent gasp, before she caught herself and nodded slowly.

"That must've been a shock," she said quietly. "Did you two… talk?"

He looked across the water again as the memories resurfaced. He brushed them aside as though it was a speck of dust on his shoulder. The weight was no longer there.

"We did," Bede said after a moment. "Even now, all she thinks about is Rose. It shouldn't have come as a shock but… to see her again, to hear her voice…" His gaze hardened. A gentle touch brought him back, his eyes dropping to Gloria's hand on his arm. "I suppose she was right, in a sense. As much as I loathe to admit it, a part of me is still shackled by Rose. The fact that I continue to wear this watch is proof enough of that."

Bede gestured with his right hand, the heavy golden watch sliding over his wrist. Gloria snatched his hand out of the air and held it close to her heart.

"You're not shackled Bede," she said firmly. "You're hurting. And just because it still hurts doesn't mean he's still got a hold over you, because he doesn't. I know you, Bede. I know it still hurts, but you're so much more than your past. You're strong and kind and determined; you recognised what you did was wrong and have made a name for yourself outside of who you were under Rose."

Her smile softened and she touched his watch with her fingers, running them over the scratched metal.

"And this watch is just a watch. That's all. Oleana might think you're shackled to the past but I know you're not - because the Bede I knew back then wouldn't smile at me like this, he wouldn't have come to me when he was hurting or hugged me or let me hold his hand."

Bede watched her, listened to her, enraptured by her smile and her gentle words.

"So… what I'm trying to say is, um, you've come so far since then. It's not about moving on or forgetting the things that hurt you, it's about not letting what happened prevent you from becoming who you want to be."

She squeezed his hand.

"I don't think I'll ever forget what happened on the Darkest Day, or Eternatus," she admitted quietly. "It'll always be with me. That's not something I can just get over and move on from. But I'm still here. I'm still the Champion. And that doesn't change just because I freeze up or run away in interviews when it's brought up."

Gloria laughed sheepishly.

"Everyone has something they can't forget. So… it's okay if it still hurts. You have people who can bear that with you."

Bede stared at their hands for a long time, letting her words sink in.

"And screw Oleana. What does she know?"

Gloria's sudden outburst made Bede snort a laugh.

"What? It's true! She doesn't see you for what, almost two years, and thinks she knows you? As if!" Gloria scoffed.

A warm bubble of mirth filled Bede's chest and he couldn't help smiling. "All right, I get it. Thanks, Gloria."

She returned his smile. "No problem. I'm glad I could help, even if I was just a shoulder to cry on."

He slid his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers and making Gloria blink, stunned, at him. Her free hand, no longer holding his, dropped suddenly to her side.

"You were more than that," he said quietly.

She looked away hurriedly. Her eyes flicked from one thing to another when he gave her hand a squeeze. The dusting of pink on her cheeks was adorable, and made Bede want to tease her further.

"U-Um, do… do you want to do something?" Gloria stammered. She met his eyes forcefully and her bashful blush double in intensity.

Bede smothered the smirk that threatened to form on his face and raised an eyebrow instead. "Do something? You'll need to be more specific than that."

Her eyes shot to their hands for a split second, and Bede could tell it was distracting her so he deliberately squeezed her hand again. She stole a sharp breath that made his blood sing.

"If… if you're not busy, we could- could go to my house? And watch a movie? You know, to take your mind off everything…" She pursed her lips, looking away from him again. Her embarrassment fluttered Bede's heart. "My mum's working late tonight so otherwise it'd just be me, so… Do you want to?"

He swallowed. "It might be a good idea to take my mind off it for a while," he agreed, holding back the fact that his mind was already off the events of this morning and fixed on the girl blushing darkly in front of him.

She didn't need to know that.

"Great! I'll call us a Sky Taxi then." Gloria's smile brightened and everything felt right. The strength had returned to his bones and he could breathe again. He could relax when it was her beside him. Bede smiled to himself, knowing that she had no idea the effect she had on him, or just how deeply she'd helped him.

He would keep that to himself for now.

Gloria unlocked her front door, striding inside and wiping her shoes on the mat before kicking them off in the entrance.

"Here we are," she said happily. "Home sweet home!"

Bede quirked a faint smile at her and toed off his shoes, placing them neatly by the door as Gloria skipped into the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home," she said, opening the pantry and began to search through it. "You can leave your stuff wherever. Oh, and choose a movie for us! They're in the cupboard under the TV."

"Alright."

Bede headed into the lounge, greeted the sleepy munchlax with a wave and left his bag next to the couch. He couldn't help but look around the room, his curiosity getting the better of him. He'd been in Gloria's house a handful of times but had never had the opportunity to actually study the place or look around without someone else watching him. He could hear Gloria talking to herself in the kitchen, and took a moment to look at the pictures on the wall.

He could pick Gloria out instantly from the recognisable, bright grin on her face, even though the picture had to be over a decade old. Her wide, toothy grin was childish and innocent, streaks of dirt on her cheeks and a bundle of fruit in her arms. The boy beside her in the mud had to be Hop. Bede laughed to himself as he looked from one picture to the next, noting that Gloria had hardly changed at all. His heart softened at that thought. She was always smiling or pouting in the photos; Bede had to stifle a laugh at one particular picture where Gloria had her arm in a cast, a sour pout on her face, as Hop stood beside her and mirrored her pose with a grin.

It was then that he noticed that the pictures featured Gloria and her mother, and sometimes Hop, but that was it. There wasn't a single picture of her father on display. He wondered why that was, recalling that she'd mentioned her father wasn't around, although she hadn't said anything further on the subject and he hadn't brought it up again.

Bede shook that thought from his mind and walked over to the TV, kneeling down to open the drawer when he smelt something that made him pause.

"Is something burning?" Bede asked, heading into the kitchen.

"Ah!" Gloria gasped, tearing her head from a book and turning off the stove. "The popcorn!" She yanked the lid off the pot, a faint cloud of smoke puffing into the air. "Oh, no, no, no!"

She waved the pot lid in the air frantically, trying to disperse the smoke, and glanced worriedly at the smoke alarm in the hall.

"How did you manage to burn popcorn?" Bede sighed and inspected the pot.

The majority of the popcorn was fine, the kernels at the bottom blackened and charred.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you've never burnt popcorn before!" Gloria huffed. She lowered the pot lid, satisfied that the smoke wasn't going to trip the alarm.

Bede let out a breath of laughter. "I honestly haven't. Are your skills in the kitchen that lacking that you can't manage something as simple as making popcorn?" he teased.

"I've made it before!" She pouted, blowing out a puff of air at him. "I just got distracted, that's all."

"Distracted by what?"

He stepped over to the cookbook open on the counter that she'd been reading.

"I wanted to make caramel popcorn, so I was looking up a recipe and didn't notice it was burning." She dug through the popcorn with a wooden spoon, grimacing at the burnt mess at the bottom. "Ugh. At least Munchlax will eat it."

"Why don't you leave the caramel to me?" he suggested. "I'll make it while you sift out all the burnt pieces."

She smiled sheepishly at him. "You don't mind? That'd actually help me a ton. I've never made caramel before and I know it gets really hot so it kinda freaks me out."

"Then why'd you choose to make it in the first place?"

Gloria twisted her lips in thought as she retrieved a bowl big enough for the popcorn and began scooping it out of the pot.

"Plain popcorn is fine and all but… I wanted to make something special, to help cheer you up," she said that last part quietly.

Bede's heart thrummed in his chest with warmth. He swallowed so his voice wouldn't crack when he spoke.

"I don't mind at all. I've made it before and it's better than having to risk you burning the house down."

"I'll have you know I've only had two things catch on fire before!" she said pointedly. "One was a chopping board I put too close to the flame and the other was a tea towel I also accidentally put too close to the flame."

Bede stared at her. "You realise that's not something to be proud of, right?"

"But it's only happened twice!"

"It shouldn't happen at all!" He shook his head, torn between laughing and sighing. "I'm surprised you're allowed in the kitchen at all after that."

Gloria grumbled to herself, picking out charred lumps that were once popcorn and tossing them to Munchlax.

"It was only twice…"

Bede hid his smile and worked on the caramel.

Soon enough, they settled on the couch, bowl of caramel popcorn between them, and started the movie. Gloria sat up excitedly, grabbing a handful of popcorn to pick at.

"This is one of my favourite movies," she said. "I can't believe you've never seen it before!"

Bede tossed some popcorn into his mouth, grateful that the caramel masked the faint taste of charcoal.

"This movie is over twenty years old. I'm surprised that you've seen it."

"It's a classic!"

"And yet I've never heard of it before."

"Well, you're about to be enlightened!"

Bede sat back, smiling to himself at her enjoyment as the movie commenced. She couldn't sit still for a moment, couldn't remain silent or contain her joy with every scene. She quoted her favourite lines, which was most of them, and tugged on Bede's sleeve when things were about to happen or to give unnecessary but amusing commentary.

Bede found that he didn't mind her interruptions, her squeals of excitement or giddy laughs. He didn't mind when she quoted entire scenes, word for word, along with the movie, with as much enthusiasm as the actors. He didn't mind when she'd shake his shoulder to announce that a favourite scene of hers was coming up. Her reactions were amusing and adorable, and he ended up watching her more than the movie.

When the credits rolled, Gloria sighed happily, plopping the remaining bits of popcorn into her mouth.

"See? I told you it was good!"

"Alright, I'll admit that I enjoyed it."

Well, the parts that he managed to pay attention to, at least.

"Good!" She sank back into the couch, smiling contentedly at him. "I'm glad. And… I'm glad that I can see you smile again."

His heart skipped at her words, at the tender look she was giving him. Curled up on the couch beside him, her head tilted sweetly to the side, he couldn't help but read too much into it. He wanted to hope that there was something more to the glimmer in her eyes. It would be so easy to tell her how he felt, a perfect moment of amicable silence falling between them, and his heart yearned to know if there was any chance she felt same, if the warmth in her eyes meant what he thought it did-

The door clicked open.

"I'm home!" Gloria's mother called from the entrance, her eyes sliding over to them. Gloria jolted upright, sitting up straight and slightly further away from Bede than she had been seconds ago.

"Hey, mum!" Her voice cracked slightly and Bede suddenly felt too warm. "We were just watching a movie."

"Good evening," Bede said, managing a polite smile at Gloria's mother.

"Mm, is that caramel I can smell?"

"It's caramel popcorn!" Gloria chimed happily. "Sorry, but we ate it all!"

"That's a shame." Gloria's mother smiled knowingly at them. "Would you like to stay for dinner, Bede?"

He straightened. "I really should be going. I left the Gym quite abruptly earlier, so I should head back before it gets any later and Ms Opal begins to worry."

Gloria stood and brushed fragments of popcorn off her front. Bede stood as well and collected his bag before following her to the door. He gave a brief smile and a nod to her mother, saying a polite goodbye before he left. Gloria stepped outside with him, shutting the door behind her.

"Are you… feeling any better now?" she asked quietly.

Bede breathed in the cool, evening air and nodded. "I am, thanks to you."

He allowed himself to admit that to her. His heart had softened and he wanted her to know that, to know what she'd done to him.

Gloria blushed sweetly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger absently as her eyes darted away from his and back again.

"O-Oh! That's- that's good."

The hitch in her voice set a fire in Bede's blood and he drew closer. He stepped up to her, illuminated in the dim porch light, and saw the way her eyes landed on his and widened, saw the blazing red darken on her cheeks. She glanced away.

"I'll… I'll see you later, then…" she said quietly, managing a bashful smile at him beneath her nerves. She stepped towards him for a parting hug, and Bede welcomed it, welcomed her warmth and the familiarity of her embrace. It was calming. A brief hug, a brief moment that never lasted longer enough, and Bede stepped back when he felt her pull away.

"Thank you, Gloria," he said, letting his hands linger at her side for a second longer.

The nervous lilt in her voice vanished as her smile warmed. "Anytime."

That smile of hers remained with him for the rest of the night.

#bede #gloria #bederia #dressedinpinkshipping #btyu

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wherewindysurgeswend · 4 years ago

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keeping time

ok so here’s keeping time! as you can see, it’s quite short, but i hope you enjoy my spooky little story :)

taglist: @veiliza

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“The school year will be starting soon,” Opal remarked, apropos of nothing. Virginia nodded.

“I suppose you’ll have a whole new batch of students. Must be exciting.” Opal smiled, tenderness in her green eyes. “Yes. but I’ll miss seeing you so often.” Virginia laughed.

“You’ll miss hanging around the library and asking pointless questions while I’m working, I trust.” Opal elbowed her in the ribs. “I know you don’t really mind. You’re only putting on your stern librarian act.” Virginia didn’t say anything. She was too busy admiring the effect of Opal’s flaming red hair against the pearl-grey sky, the emerald green silk scarf tied around it flying in the sea breeze. God, she loved this woman. Every last freckle on Opal’s face was a masterpiece to Virginia. “What are you thinking about?” Opal asked.

“You.”

“Good thoughts, I hope?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll never know.” Opal laughed and tossed some sand at Virginia, then took off running down the beach. “Don’t be so dreamy, next time,” she called. Virginia ran after her “Why, you –” Virginia shouted, laughing.

Virginia caught up with Opal and they both fell to the ground, laughing. Virginia let herself fall backward until she was lying flat on her back in the sand, still laughing. Opal bent to kiss her. “Wait,” Virginia protested, “someone might see us.” Opal glanced around.

“No they won’t. Nobody around.” Virginia didn’t argue, and Opal kissed her.

“What’s that?” Opal asked, when they were lying in each other’s arms in the sand.

“What’s what?”

“That. by your elbow. The shiny thing in the sand.”

“Looks like part of a chain.”

“Well, dig it up and let’s see what it is!”

“All right. Just give me a second to put my glasses back on.”

With her glasses safely on her nose, Virginia went about extracting the shiny thing. “It’s a pocket watch,” she said triumphantly, dangling it by its gold chain in front of Opal’s face. Opal grabbed it and popped it open to examine it. “How romantic!” she exclaimed, “It looks very old. I wonder who it belongs to.”

“Probably just someone in town. Must have dropped it.” Opal shook her head.

“We found it below the high-tide mark. Might have washed up on shore. I wonder if it came from a shipwreck or something.”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, you doubt everything. You librarians are too practical. I say it belonged to a drowned sailor – what if it's haunted?” Virginia laughed.

“You don’t really believe that, do you? No, that watch’s owner is alive and well, I just know it.”

“Well, I say the watch is haunted,” said Opal stubbornly.

“Fine. You want to make a bet? Let’s make a bet. If we find the watch’s owner and they’re alive, you have to come with me when I visit my mother in America next spring – it’s such a dull trip and I desperately need company.”

“All right. And if the watch is haunted you have to take more time off from that job of yours. I barely ever get to see you during the school year. Deal?”

“Deal.” They shook hands solemnly and started heading back towards the seaside cottage they shared.

“I’m absolutely covered in sand,” Virginia remarked as she unlocked the door, “as much as I love it when you kiss me, I could do without this part.” Opal laughed.

“You go clean up. I’ll make us a cup of tea.”

In front of a steaming mug of tea, Virginia examined the pocket watch. “Looks pretty old,” she remarked, “I bet it’s a family heirloom. Whoever lost it must be pretty upset.”

“Or they would be… if they were alive.”

“Oh, stop it. You don’t really believe in ghosts, do you?”

“Of course. Don’t you?” Virginia scoffed.

“Of course not. No such thing as a ghost.”

“That’s because you’re an American. If you were Welsh like me you’d understand. Americans are too logical. You don’t allow for any magic in your lives.”

“An hour ago you said it was because I’m a librarian. Which is it?”

“It’s both. You’re an American and a librarian, so you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“I see. And you’re Welsh and a primary school teacher, so you do? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe not. I think that’s your problem – you need everything to make sense. Sometimes things just don’t.” Virginia laughed.

“Well, that can’t be true. I’m in love with you, after all, and nothing you say makes any sense.”

At three o’clock that night, Opal was jolted out of a deep sleep by a loud thump coming from the kitchen. She glanced over at Virginia, who was still sound asleep, and decided not to wake her. She would come to regret that decision when she saw what was making the noise: the pocket watch, seemingly suddenly possessed of a mind of its own, was on the ground, shrouded in a sort of dreamy mist, and it seemed to be scuttling towards the door. Opal grabbed it, and it seemed to struggle to break free from her grasp. It was as if a magnetic field was pulling it toward the door. Not knowing what else to do, she stuffed it into a half empty coffee can and slammed the lid shut.

Opal went back to bed, resolving not to mention the incident to Virginia. It wasn’t like Virginia would ever believe her, anyway. She would think Opal was just trying to get her to believe in ghosts.

The next morning when she was slicing bread for breakfast, Opal heard Virginia let out a small gasp when she opened the coffee can. “Opal?” she asked, “why is the pocket watch in the coffee can?” Opal hesitated. “You’re not going to believe me…” she began.

“Try me,” Virginia insisted, giving Opal her best stern librarian look over the rims of her glasses.

“I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard a thump, so I came into the kitchen. Virginia, the pocket watch was scuttling around on the floor like a crab! It was moving towards the door and I didn’t want it to get lost, so I put it in the coffee can.” Virginia looked thoroughly unconvinced, but she didn’t say anything. And she still kissed Opal’s forehead as tenderly as ever when she left for work.

Although Virginia insisted on taking it out of the coffee can, the pocket watch didn’t give them any trouble that night – or so they thought. Before long, Virginia discovered a note on the kitchen table. “Take me back,” Virginia read aloud, “I belong by the sea. Let me cross the bar – don’t hold me back.” Opal was silent for a while.

“Well,” she said slowly, “you must know what I’m going to say.”

“There’s no ghost, Opal.”

“But do you have a better explanation for this? Wouldn’t you rather think we’ve got a ghost than that someone broke in last night to write us ominous letters?”

“I suppose I would, but I don’t have to believe either. You wrote the note, didn’t you?” Opal sighed. “I wish I had, but I didn’t. I promise.” Virginia still didn’t seem convinced, but she dropped the subject.

During the following week, the watch seemed to become more and more troublesome. A few times, Virginia could have sworn she had seen someone – or something – out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a young man in a military uniform. The best look she got at him revealed him to be tall and lanky, with messy hair and a forlorn expression. If Virginia had believed in ghosts… but then, she reminded herself, a war had just ended. Aberystwyth was full of ghosts, after a fashion: not the souls of the undead, like Opal thought, just the unfinished business of all the young men who hadn’t come home.

Come to think of it, the young man Virginia had seen looked something like young Peter Lloyd, the druggist’s son who had died at Dunkirk. Virginia had known him fairly well. A shy, sensitive sort of boy, he had spent much of his time at the library, poring over poetry collections. They had been friends of a sort, taking walks along the beach and talking about books for hours. Peter had loved the sea. He had told Virginia that he could never be happy when he wasn’t near it. The news of his death had affected Virginia more than she cared to admit. Even now, six years later, Virginia couldn’t even look at a volume of Tennyson’s poems without feeling a little wistful – Crossing the Bar had been Peter’s favourite poem.

After eight days of this, Virginia came to a decision. She still didn’t believe in ghosts, but all the same, she wasn’t overly fond of seeing her dead friend in her peripheral vision. “I want that pocket watch out of the house,” she told Opal, “it’s not that I really think it’s haunted, mind you, because I don’t, but I don’t altogether feel safe. The school year starts tomorrow, doesn’t it?” Opal nodded. “Good. I don’t work tomorrow, so I’ll drop in around noon and show the students the watch. It might belong to one of their parents.” Opal agreed.

When Virginia walked into her girlfriend’s classroom, she recognized most of the students. It was no surprise, really: Aberystwyth was a small town, and many of its residents frequented the library. Some of the children seemed to recognize her, too. “Good afternoon, children,” she said, trying to sound lighthearted. Opal gestured for the children to answer. “Good afternoon, Miss Goldberg,” they all said in unison. Virginia took the pocket watch out of her coat pocket and showed it to the children. “I trust Miss St. Clair has told you why I’m here?” she asked. Most of the children nodded. “Do any of you recognize this watch? We found it on the beach.” There was a long silence, and, finally, a small boy in the middle row raised his hand. Virginia recognized him immediately as Thomas Lloyd – Peter Lloyd’s younger brother. “That’s my father’s watch,” he said quietly. Virginia let out a sigh of relief. “Excellent,” she said, much more cheerfully, “I’ll be over to your father’s store to drop it off later today.”

True to her promise, Virginia walked into the drugstore at three o’clock sharp that afternoon. Mr. Lloyd was sitting behind the counter, but he stood up when he saw Virginia. “Afternoon, Miss Goldberg,” he said, in his usual cheerful fashion, “what can I do for you?” Virginia showed him the watch. “Miss St. Clair and I found this on the beach. Your son says it’s yours.” Mr. Lloyd’s usually flushed face turned dead white. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but couldn’t seem to say anything. “What’s wrong?” Virginia asked.

“Nothing. That’s my watch, all right, only… you weren’t supposed to find it.”

“Why not?”

“I hid it on purpose. Buried it in the sand. I didn’t want it in the house anymore because… damn it, Miss Goldberg, the watch is haunted!” Virginia’s eyes widened. She forced herself to laugh.

“Nonsense! How can a watch be haunted?” Mr. Lloyd sighed. “That watch is a family heirloom – belonged to my grandfather. When my son Peter joined the army, I gave it to him. When he died, the watch was all they sent back to me. Whenever it was in the house, I would see Peter out of the corner of my eye. He started leaving notes, saying he needed to be by the sea. So I buried the watch. I thought he would be happy that way. Would stop haunting me. My son is dead, Miss Goldberg, and I want him to stay that way.”

On the walk home, Virginia tried not to think about how she, too, had seen Peter out of the corner of her eye, and how, now that she thought of it, the note she had found alluded to his favourite poem. She hoped she could just quietly take the watch back to the beach and bury it again – maybe toss it into the sea. She would let Opal think she had returned it to Mr. Lloyd. She would simply call off the bet – it was silly anyway. But no such luck.

Opal greeted her at the door. Before Virginia could say anything, Opal blurted out, “I’ve just gotten off the phone with Mr. Lloyd.”

“He’s told you about the watch, then?” Opal nodded.

“Yes. I told you it was haunted.”

“And I told you its owner was alive and well. We were both right, I suppose.” Opal acquiesced.

“What are we going to do?”

“We’ll throw the watch into the sea,” Virginia began, “then you’ll buy some new luggage for the trip to America, and I’ll hire another part-time librarian so I can take more time off. We’ve both won the bet, and fair is fair.” They shook hands, and Opal rested her head on Virginia’s shoulder.

They both slept soundly that night, and never again did they pick up a strange pocket watch on the beach. Virginia still believed there was no such thing as a ghost, but then again, it was better not to take risks. Peter Lloyd was dead. He had crossed the bar, and regardless of what Tennyson said, there had been plenty of “sadness of farewell.” Aberystwyth might be full of ghosts, but that didn’t mean Virginia wanted or needed one in her home. Peter Lloyd was dead; let him stay that way.

#enjoy :)#keeping time #ghost story #historical fiction #writeblr #spilled ink #prose

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world-of-socks · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3- Honey, You’ve Got a Big Storm Coming.

Note: I promise white’s chapter will be coming at some point but her chapters will be secondary to blue and yellows. Anyway, I actually finished another chapter and I’m proud of myself. Oh and just a heads up: if there are grammar or spelling mistakes that’s all my fault lol. Hope you guys enjoy the next chapter!!

(Idea from: @steven-universe-au-prompts )

Yellow could only sit with her thoughts for so long. Once everyone had presumably been asleep for at least an hour, she sat up and discreetly began working on her homeworld reports. She didn’t get much done, however, in fear of being caught she was paranoidly looking up at every small sound. Her eyes would dart to every cot and then to the shadow on the tent opening and then back to the cots and then back to the shadow, over and over until she felt safe. She needed this to work, she would stay for a week, train with them, learn their tactics, learn their plans, and take them down from the inside. It was going to be easy.

It would have been easier to feel safe if she hadn’t had to have this form. She didn’t like it much, it was too small compared to the one she was used to. She had to keep it though, she had to keep up the appearance of a Yellow Tourmaline, she had to fit in.

The sun was coming up, but barely, it was still going to be dark for a while, she observed. She decided it was best to put away her work now and to lie down on her cot. Her eyes wouldn’t close, she didn’t want any surprise attacks. As she sat there she listened closely to the sound of the birds, annoying creatures, the sound of the frogs, also annoying, and the sound of her fellow generals twisting in their slumber. Eventually she heard one move more than the others, she sat up slightly so as to get a better look.

Peach had sat up and held a strange stick that appeared to be smoking. Yellow just assumed it was a piece of human culture that the other had picked up. The pinkish-orange general sat there, despondent, her eye focussed in a place Yellow couldn’t see or understand. It took a moment but eventually the sapphire had realized that Yellow tourmaline was studying her.

She simply gave her a frown and a nod of acknowledgement and went back to staring off into nothing. Yellow turned away and watched as the other generals begin to wake up as well. The emerald, Bear, got up first. She slipped on her boots, tied them, and walked to the front of the tent. She whispered something to Cat’s Eye who appeared to nod and then they left. Bear walked back inside and gently woke up the rest of the generals.

“Time to get up, everyone.” she stated, in an official voice that wasn’t quite a whisper but wasn’t shouting either.

Black opal stretched and sat up on her large cot, come to think of it Yellow hadn’t realized how differently each cot was sized to match its inhabitant. There was no uniformity in this place, how did it even function?

She watched as Opal did some strange movement with her hands in Bear’s direction.

“Yeah, Bismuth’s already down at the forges, she told me last night that she was going to start early.” Bear responded as if Opal had said something, as she spoke she too made weird hand movements, but less confidently, it appeared.

Opal moved her hands again.

“She thought it might be busier today, she also thought that she was a little behind.” Bear responded yet again with the same quality of hand movements.

Yellow didn’t understand what she just witnessed. Was this some secret code, did the fusion have mind reading abilities. She hoped not, but she quickly washed that thought out of her mind when she realized if the opal could read her mind, she would have been shattered already.

Bear frowned, “C’mon everyone, I’m serious we need to be up, now.” her voice was stern, but still unfamiliarly kind.

“I’m up, I’m up.” Ame groaned, stretching, her eyes still half closed, “Jazz. Jazz, get up ya sleepy head.”

Ame poked the large heap beside her in an attempt to wake up the large gem. It only sort of worked. The gem stretched and then was still again.

“Jazz.” Ame barked, now awake, “You great oaf, get up.”

The gem slowly got up, rubbing her eyes, and tiredly got to her feet.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Bear motioned for the rest of the generals to follow her.

They all pushed back the fabric flap of the tent and stepped into the crisp morning air, it was still dark.

“Where are we going?” Yellow murmured, mostly to herself.

“The training grounds.” Ame replied, “We have to get up earlier so we can get to our training. We spend the rest of our day training everyone else, planning, and doing whatever else we can.”

Ame laughed to herself, “It’s an honorable thing, being a general. It ain’t easy though. We have to work harder than anyone else, we have to set an example for every single one of our soldiers.”

Yellow simply nodded and turned away as they walked up a hill, eventually stopping on the large flat surface. The blue white tiles beneath their feet were still being laid in. This was a new base, a new camp.

The group followed Bear to the weapons rack and each of the generals took a weapon. Yellow simply stayed behind, not sure of the routine.

“General’s must be masters of all weapons.” Bear announced, “We train with a new one each morning, we train with our preferred weapon each night when we are finished with the day’s work. What’s your preferred weapon, Yellow?”

“I-...” she trailed off, she had never really wielded weapons before, her powers alone were a weapon, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” Peach raised her eyebrow.

“I’m not sure… I-... I’ve always admired the sword.” she walked dreamily to the weapons rack.

A huge broadsword that was almost as tall as she was caught her eye. She lifted it from the rack, it was heavy, but it felt balanced in her hands.

“I think… I think I prefer the sword.” she stammered, quite enamored with the weapon.

“Great.” Peach replied, fed up with the morning, “Now pick a different one ‘cause we’re about to train.”

Yellow bristled, but attempted to keep her calm. She set down the broadsword and picked up a bow. She huffed, her eyes on the ground, she could tell they were looking at her, she joined the group.

“Opal, will you kindly let loose the holo duelists.” Bear said, still doing the strange hand signals.

Black opal nodded and summoned a holographic duelist for each general. Peach was duelling with a ball and chain, Ame a set of dual long blades, Jazz an axe, Bear a set of daggers, and Opal with a strange whip-like blade that hissed through the air like a hot knife through butter.

Yellow faced her holographic opponent, a bow in hand, this was a weapon meant for distance combat, she wasn’t sure how to fight with it in close distance range. Her combatant wielded a spear, also a more of a long distance weapon. Yellow’s eyes darted from corner to corner of the area, a few spires were being built in the corners, maybe if she just…

She took off with lightning speed for one of the spires, her opponent chasing her.

“Running away all ready, ey?” Ame laughed, still viciously fighting her holographic rival, “Aww did you do this to make choosing yer nickname easier.”

Yellow just ran faster to make up for her frustration. She quickly climbed up the tower and made sure she was stable. She drew back the bow, lined up her shot, and…

Clang! Clitter ...clatter...tap.

The arrow hit the tile and clattered to a stop.

She had missed.

She cursed in ancient gem and lined up another shot, the hologram was aiming their spear.

Swish.

Another miss.

She was incredibly frustrated now, she struggled through her anger to try and get off another shot, but the arrow clattered to the ground. She could feel their eyes on her.

The hologram threw its spear. She dodged, it scraped her shoulder.

Yellow hurled herself at the hologram with a frustrated scream. She landed on its shoulders, she reached through its back and ripped out the fake gem. The hologram stumbled backwards evaporating as it went, she crushed the fake gem in her hand, panting. She kicked the glitching dust the holo-soldier left behind and walked briskly away in frustration.

The other generals had poofed their holograms within a few moments, and watched in horror as Yellow tourmaline viciously shattered her opponent. There was a moment when they just looked at eachother, they knew they would have work to do… but this was different. She was pretty far gone in the old gem ways.

“Yellow, wait!” Bear called, “Get back here, General! That’s an order.”

Yellow didn’t stop, there was no hesitation, she didn’t even turn her head. She just stormed away, head full of only frustration.

Bear shot a desperate look at Peach who’s horror had faded from her eye and an empty sarcasm was all that was left. She turned back to look at Ame and found that a shame and fear was still left in her face.

“I-... I pushed ‘er too hard…” she breathed, “Did- did I do this?”

“No… not really.” Jazz replied, “She’s just… she needs some time. We’ve all been there, right, it’s just… different.”

“I-... I’m gonna go talk to ‘er. I need to sort this out.” Ame ran off.

…………

Yellow ran down towards the tent, the only other place she knew. She saw their faces, but she didn’t understand why they looked that way. She did what she was instructed. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t used the bow right, she couldn’t do it, she failed. She looked pathetic and idiotic. What a clod. She ran faster, her face scrunching up.

She pushed through the tent, three unwanted tears scrolled down her cheeks, but she allowed no more to escape. She would show no weakness. She already made a fool of herself, she didn’t need this too.

“AARRRAUGH!!!” she screamed in frustration.

The room smelled like a summer storm, her arm crackled as she aimed a punch into her cot. She blinked. She had to calm herself, she could ruin the entire mission if she wasn’t careful.

The tent fabric was pulled back, a blue light was let through, the morning was still dark, but it was getting lighter.

“‘Ey, Yellow… are ya alright?” Ame stepped into the tent.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” she sniffed, unable to look her fellow general in the eye.

Ame strode over and sat next to her on the cot. Yellow tensed, not used to being this close to another gem. Ame noticed and slid down the cot, sitting a little further away.

“I didn’t mean to push ya like that.” Ame sighed.

There was no response.

“Look, I- I get it. I was like you once. I wanted to prove myself, but everything was so new, ya know. What am I saying….” Ame trailed off.

“I just wanted to say that you have nothing to prove, we all havta start somewhere.” Ame looked at Yellow, “But I need ya to start by putting the idea of shatterin’ behind ya. We don’t do that here. And you can be angry, we all are at times, but there’s no need to storm off like that.”

Yellow just gave a shaky huff in return.

“If ya need some time I’ll give it to ya, but-... but we expect you back on that hill to continue training.” Ame stood up and moved towards the exit.

“Ya got me?” Ame asked right before leaving.

There was no response. Yellow sat there, more slumped over than anyone had ever seen her. She stared into the floor. She refused to respond. She wouldn’t give in. She was too frustrated, too angry, but most of all she was right. She knew she was, she had to be.

Ame left the tent. She climbed back up the hill to her fellow generals, defeated. They looked at her, all asking a silent question. Ame shook her head.

Peach blew a smoke ring, “From what I can foresee, I can safely say, it’s gonna be a long week.”

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the artist | chapter thirty-four

Even with the shadows growing long, and my knowing that Chris was going to be there that evening, I still could not fend off the pain in my lower back.

I tried to hoist myself up into an upright position in bed, but it was useless: it continued to ache like all hell, and I knew for a fact I would be even more sore come the morning and the following days. There was a wooden dowel I used to lift up the window to let in some of the breeze from outside given the room always got too stuffy if I was in there for too long. I had my hope that I would be alone come the slumber party, but I wasn't.

My parents were in the next room by the time I heard a tap on the windowpane come nightfall.

“Come on in, Chris,” I beckoned him in a soft airy voice as if I was calling my prince. His fingers slid under the edge of the window itself and he pushed it upward. I watched him climb up the outside wall and put one foot over the windowsill.

“Please be careful,” I told him.

“I'm trying—” He hoisted himself up onto the sill and hesitated for a second. I swore he was stuck in place, so I cleared my throat.

“Can you make it?”

“I think—I think I can—” I had no idea where his other leg was on the other side of the wall, but it was either fall onto my desk or onto the floor.

“You got it?” I asked him.

“Yes?” He set his other foot on top of the sill.

“You got it?” I repeated.

“No—!” He lost his balance and fell onto the floor; he missed my desk by about an inch.

“Careful!” I said in a hushed voice.

“Holly?” my mom called from down the hall.

“Get in the closet!” I told Chris. He picked himself up and scrambled into the closet; he left the door open by about an inch. I lay my head back down on the pillow and folded my hands over my chest to make it look as though I was merely daydreaming. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called out, and she poked her head into the room.

“What was that thump?” she asked me.

“I didn't hear anything,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Huh. I swear I heard something fall over in here. Anyways, that boy Joey is here right now.”

“Oh, he is?” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“Yeah. He's getting something to eat, though—poor thing said he was starving. He'll come in here in a couple of minutes.”

“Okay!”

She bowed back out to leave me in silence.

“Is it okay to come out yet?” Chris whispered from inside the closet.

“Yeah, come on.” He crawled out of the closet and made his way over to the side of my bed so he was eye to eye with me.

“There's not a lot we can do, though, Chris,” I pointed out to him.

He turned his head towards me for a second, and then he eyed the little tray which held my laptop and my drawing pad.

“There is one thing we can do, though,” he started.

“And what would that be?”

“You know how I was always wanting to come on over and have you draw for me?”

“Yeah—” I hesitated, and then I squinted my eyes at him.

He was about to say something when laughter erupted on the other side of the house. He turned his head towards the door, and stray tendrils of black curls spread over his shoulder like a blanket.

“Hang tight for a second,” he told me with his eyebrows knitted together and a finger raised. He climbed up onto his knees and shuffled towards the door. He was taking a big risk doing that given my parents were right there in the next room, but he ducked out of the room and into the hallway for a second. Faint shadows danced about the door panel for a few seconds, and then he returned to the room, that time up on his feet.

“This came,” he said, and Joey limped the room behind him with a bouquet of sunflowers in one arm.

“Joey!” I lifted myself up on the pillows so I could better face him. Chris hung back near my desk.

“An' summa the flowers courtesy of Dave,” Joey declared as he handed me the bouquet. Hollywood sunflowers, after having come in full bloom with the neon embedded underneath the seeds. “Also, I have this—” He reached into his pocket for a little black velvet box.

“Holy shit,” Chris blurted out with a hurt look on his face.

“It's not what ya think,” Joey assured him with a chuckle. “No way, man!” He opened it for me and showed me a little silver butterfly pendant with black opal wings. I gasped at the sight of it.

“Oh my God, Joey—” I whispered as he took a seat on the edge of the bed next to me.

“Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful!”

“Here—” He set the box on the nightstand and took the pendant out of its spot. He winced from the pain in his arm, but he managed to put the chain around my neck; he brought his face close to mine as a result.

“Lift yer head,” he whispered to me, and I did for him. I could smell the soft cologne on his neck and shoulders, and the coffee on those dark lips of his. He slid the clasp of the chain around the back of my neck so he could better close it for me. He lay the clasp down on my collar bone so he could better examine the pendant and his cheekbones filled out with the smile. So full and kissable.

“Just gorgeous,” he remarked in a low voice. He then cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for something.

“An' this is from Lars. He wanted to come but he needed to do some other things, though.”

He took out a black weave bracelet with a silver button in the middle and put it around my wrist. As he fastened it atop my wrist, I caught the sound of a quiet grumble from him and I remembered what my mom had said before then.

“Was that your tummy?” I asked him with a chuckle.

He leaned back and patted his stomach.

“You better eat somethin' then,” Chris teased him.

“I'm waitin' on a li'l Reuben sandwich at the moment,” Joey scoffed. “Li'l Reuben with some fries—there's one comin' for darlin' Hahllywood here, too.”

“Oh boy,” I declared as I reached for his stomach. He lurched back: I reached for him again but I was met with a surge of pain up my back. I caught myself in an almost upright position and lay back down on the bed in agony. I was going to be so sore in a few days time; but I had Joey and Chris there with me, the former of whom leaned over me to kiss me on the cheek.

“After I've eaten, I'll let ya rub my tummy,” he said to me, “sump'n big like a Reuben always fill me up. Get some more after that like French fries an' I'm all yours.”

“Rub his full belly like you're making a wish,” Chris cracked, to which Joey laughed. But I noticed a rather thoughtful look on Chris' face as he said that.

“Nah—we ain't makin' wishes,” he pointed, “I ain't big enough yet.” Once he had lifted himself back up, he shook his wrist about to ease the pain.

“By the way, how's Stoney doin'?” I asked Joey as he brought his wrist to his stomach.

“Who?”

“Stoney. Stone.”

“Oh!” Joey raised his eyebrows at me. “Oh, he's fine. Dave picked him up this mornin' an' he's back at the place they're bunkin' in restin'. He didn't have the virus but he did eat sump'n pretty awful, though.”

“Oh, jeez.”

“Yeah, apparently he tried to guzzle it down with a bit'a hooch, too. Did naht work to say in the least.”

“There's a reason Stoney don't drink too much,” Chris pointed out, “he can't carry his liquor.”

“Yeah, that's what Dave said. Oh! I forgot ta tell ya this, too—and apparently Lars wants to do another art show with ya, Hahlly.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah, that's what he said to me, too!” Chris joined in as he inched closer to us. “Completely forgot about that, too, so thank you for mentioning it, Joey. It's the whole thing about how when artists are damaged in some way, people get drawn into them more than ever. And I guess word got out that Hollywood Sherman was injured in a bike accident and now everyone's going crazy over your work.”

“Huh. Wow.”

Joey then turned to me with his wrist clutched to his chest and a twinkle in his eye.

“Chris oughta pose for ya after we eat,” he proclaimed.

“Funny, when you showed up, he and I were just discussing that,” I recalled.

“By the way, how'd ya get in?” Joey asked Chris, “'cause her mom didn't say anythin' 'bout anyone else bein' here.” To which he gestured to the window, and Joey burst out laughing.

There was a knock on the door and Joey shot up to answer it for me.

“Homemade Reuben sandwiches,” I heard my mom say; Chris had ducked back into the closet when Joey's back was turned. So close.

Joey handed me my plate of sandwich and fries and then he took his.

“By the way, leave your door open,” she said.

“Why, 'cause I'm with a boy?” I joked.

She didn't answer but I knew that was the case. Indeed, Joey left the door ajar as he limped back to the edge of the bed. My room soon filled with that warm combined aroma of roast beef, Swiss cheese, toasted bread, and French fries.

“Would you like a bite, Chris?” I offered once he returned back out of the closet.

“I actually ate before coming here, but thank you, though.” He eyed the side of my plate with the fries, these big fat fries that looked as though they came from a diner. Joey was more than eager to eat up his sandwich with his uninjured hand: there was something lovely about a skinny guy who could eat to his heart's desire and every part of what lay on his plate. Come to think of it, each of us were starving. All of us trying to pick ourselves up from the bottom of the barrel in the wake of the pandemic; and yet as I ate at my own sandwich and fries, and I watched Joey stick his tongue out to catch some of the mayo and the beef, I couldn't help but picture him doing that to me. Running his tongue along my own lips and licking up my own mayo.

The way in which he held each of the fries made me think of him touching my nipples.

Even though I nursed my own food, there was something erotic to him. I pictured Lars eating that same sandwich in the same fashion and it was hard to concentrate on my own.

I watched him make love to that sandwich, such that as he got fuller and fuller, he grew more and more relaxed and more like clay in the palm of my hand. Paints came from clay...

Joey managed to swallow down the fries, one by one; at one point, he tilted back his head and showed off his neck to me. He took in the last one and set the plate on the foot of the bed so he could lean back. I raised my legs up so he could lay down.

“Phew, stick a fork in me,” he remarked as he set his hands on his stomach.

“Nah, I'd rather draw that little body of yours,” I told him, and it was then I had an idea. Fill all the boys full and then draw their bodies when they're feeling all warm and soft and relaxed. I could envision them right then: all the more sensual than the initial paintings I had made in the speakeasy. I would have to do it once I healed up because I couldn't imagine explaining to my parents why more and more boys were coming and going from the house in the midst of a returning pandemic. I ate more fries before I turned to Chris again.

“You sure you don't want any?” I asked him.

“Positive. It does smell really good in here, though.” He then turned to Joey, who lay there on his back down by my feet.

“You got anything appropriate for a slumber party?”

“Me?” Joey asked him as he raised his head up to show off the delirious look on his face.

“Yeah.”

“I didn't know we were havin' a li'l party,” he confessed.

“Well, I figure 'cause you're as full as the moon, you oughta relax here with Holly and myself.”

“Yeah, Joey, I'll let you guys sleep in my bed with me,” I told him, and I could feel myself grow moist at the thought of cuddling with Joey's warm little body.

“Two boys in your bed,” he cracked. “I see how you are. I do have a blanket in the back of the car, though, Chris.”

“So you want me to climb out the window and fetch your blanket?” Chris asked him, mortified.

“I'll cover for ya, though,” Joey pointed out. “Y'know—I'll make it look like I'm goin' back ta my car ta get sump'n.”

“Yeah, seeing as you actually climbed through my window to get in,” I added as I took another bite of sandwich. Chris shrugged at that.

“Alright, that makes sense. But when we come back, I wanna be painted.”

“Of course, of course,” I promised him and I reached to the right to switch on my laptop. Joey groaned as he sat up and climbed to his feet. He ran the fingers on his injured hand through his hair and then he stepped out of the room; Chris climbed back out the window, which left me alone in the room. I caught the sound of singing outside.

I knew that voice, even it being completely off-key over the guitar playing. It was my assaulter. Sitting there across the street with an acoustic guitar and singing off-key to some song I had never heard of. A terrible voice to go with a terrible person, and yet I was the one bed ridden.

“YOU SUCK!” Chris and Joey shouted in unison out there in the street, which brought a laugh out of me.

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shoutout to xana for the “stoney can't carry his liquor” reference 🔥

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leigh-kelly · 8 years ago

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Let's Dream Of What There Will Be

#Brittana #starlight!verse #fire island brittana #1940's fire island

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kdreamscenario · 8 years ago

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Lunatic: Part XVI

Mythical!AU BTS

Yoongi X Reader

Word Count: 3721

Rated: PG Blood, Animal Violence, Medical Depictions

Part XV

The doctor comes early in the morning, just after sunrise. Yoongi wakes to the scent of the unwanted man. While he sets up the room, the doctor pays him no mind. The wolf silently watches him work.

There’s a rolling tray of utensils, a heart monitor, an IV stand, clear IV drip bags, and IV drip bags of an unsettling purple colored liquid. Those are the strictly medical items. Next come the more mystic properties. A large wooden trunk gets rolled in and set just inside the door. It opens to reveal a large array of precious stones and minerals all locked in securely.

Being careful not to step too close to Yoongi, the doctor begins drawing an octagram in charcoal. Each point of the figure is a different round knot shape. The top point extends forward to an ninth knot.

The charcoal gets put away and the various other stones are placed in particular order on the knots. Moonstones set the first two spots on the left and right for inner vision. Then consecutively are Opals for their fire to burn attachments, Howlite for releasing spirits, and Quartz in the final round to amplify the effects of the others. A slender kyanite stone makes the bridge to the ninth point that holds a fairly large garnet.

Everything is set up and ready to begin. The doctor turns to face the beast. “I’m giving you five minutes to say goodbye.” He speaks and leaves Yoongi alone again. No sooner is the door closed before the wolf stands on shaky sore muscles. He turns to face the wall where the chain is tethered and pulls back. In his last bit of desperation he tries to kick and slip his way out of the collar.

Last night he was sure he had come to terms with his end but it must have been only a defeat in his exhaustion. He’s had a full night’s rest for a final fight. The doctor comes back in seeing him thrash around at the end of his tether like he’s gone rabbid He feels sorry for the poor brute. There’s nothing quite so terrifying as knowing you’re about to be killed. Still the doctor understands that it’s in the best interest of the boy beneath that animal exterior.

The first shot of tranquilizer dart is easy aimed with the wolf’s back facing him. A loud yelp sounds when the dart hits its target. The wolf’s thrashing turns instantly to its flank. He’s clawing and biting at it to somehow remove it. From the first two experiences he knows now what that painful sting means.

The human part of his mind also thuds in panic. They are still one heart, they both feel the rush of adrenaline and fear through their blood. His heartbeat races to a peak then the sedative starts to kick in. The beast fights against the restraint and the dart until his shaking limbs give out beneath him. He falls to the cold wooden floor in a shuddering heap. He tilts his nose skyward and howls out long and low. He’s not too proud to cry for help.

His visions fades to black around the edges and blurs all around. The shape of the doctor and two other men approaching kicks up his pulse again. He senses them too close and lashes out blindly. It’s no use. With their combined strength they have him muzzled and bound a rope at each ankle. Another needle pokes into his neck and he growls.

The doctor is administering a high level suppressant that will kick the wolf back. They need Yoongi to be in his human form to begin the procedure. If the wolf is in control when they remove it there’s a good chance it will take the human with it. No spirit in the body means Yoongi would be dead.

The suppressant kicks in but the only part of the struggle seen from the outside is Yoongi huffing and shivering. Like the beast is pleading to live. It takes several minutes for Yoongi to start shifting. He’s completely human again and knocked out cold. It’s a drastic difference between the fighting animal and the perfectly peaceful man.

They’re sure that he’s fully put under before removing the binds on his wrists and the heavy collar. The muzzle had slipped off on it’s own from the switch. The three men carry his unconscious body over to the decagram and carefully place him in the center. Yoongi’s father and Yoonseok stand sentinel at each side to help as needed.

Grandfather Min enters with a small case in his hands. As the head elder he would need to lead the spiritual portion of the seance. Traditionally packs would have a female spirit leader and healer to perform such tasks. Grandfather Min’s mate was their healer. There has yet to be a new female strong enough to take over her role after she passed. This is too difficult and delicate a task for the few inexperienced healers they have.

The doctor rolls over the IV stand he has set up with Saline solution and the purple liquid. The bag has bright red biohazard markers on each side and big letters that read: Aconitum(Wolfsbane) Essence. With gloved hands he connects the line from one to the other. The purple fluid filters into the clear and down the line to the stopper.

He nods to the elder that he’s ready to begin. Grandfather takes a deep breath and looks to Yoongi’s father. His father steps over to hold the case for the elder to open it. Inside is what looks like a hunting knife forged of shining silver, the handle carved into a menagerie of creatures.

Grandfather holds the knife in the air over Yoongi and begins humming. It’s not a melodic sound but more of a pulsing tone that makes the air of the room buzz. Then he kneels down over Yoongi and with a precise stroke makes a cut over his chest right above his heart. The boy doesn’t even flinch which is a good sign.

With a light press blood pools over the blade. A careful turn back and it drips down onto the garnet. This will give the wolf spirit a direction once it exits Yoongi’s body. Though most of it will be burned by the Wolfsbane it will eventually flee Yoongi’s body in search of a less toxic host. The garnet covered in Yoongi’s clean blood should be the most attractive host in the room.

Standing back at the head of the figure, the elders humming changes to chanting in an ancient tongue. He’s calling for the great animal spirit. For just as Yoongi needed the elders permission to go along with this he also needs the great spirits permission to essentially end the life of one of his creatures.

It only takes a few moments for the spirit to inhabit the body of the elder. A golden glow surrounds him and his mouth opens to speak but not in his own voice. “My great wolves. What have you summoned me for?” The three others bow their heads and Father Min speaks. “Great Animal Spirit, my son wishes to rid himself of his lupin spirit. We plead for your permission at this time. He has the elder’s permission to do so your greatness.”

The spirit is silent for a moment to make his decision. It takes in the perfect ritual step up and feels the earnesty of this gathered family, even Yoongi’s Mother who is standing out in the hall clutching her hand over her heart. With a great breath he speaks again.

“Though I do not wish to grant the end of an innocent life I can sense the sincerity of your hearts. Let me speak to the boy first through a dream to be sure he is prepared for this sacrifice. You will get your sign when I take my leave. If the moonstones glow white then I have granted my permission but if they fade to black then heed my warning to end the ritual.”

“Yes, of course, your greatness.” The room goes silent as the spirit kneels to place a hand on Yoongi’s head. Through the contact the spirit passes from Grandfather Min to Yoongi. Then they all wait patiently for the spirit to finish and give the final verdict.

Once the suppressant had been administered Yoongi was quick to use his last thread of consciousness to shift. Only when he was fully in control did he let himself slip into the deep drug induced slumber. It felt like mere moments before the darkness broke into a dream. Not just any dream but the dream.

He’s standing at the edge of the wood looking into the clearing. The same scene he’s looked at to almost feel normal now and he hates it. After the fourth or fifth time of having this dream Yoongi would feel the sick feeling of guilt as soon as he saw this very scene.

He knows all too well what’s going to happen. Each time his mind fights to change something or to at least wake up but he can’t. The whole thing plays out the same as always. He can only wake after the bloody mess has been made.

This time it starts no different. He thinks of how cruel for his brain to make this scene come to him now. It’s simply unfair for his wolf to make him suffer right up to the end. Though for what he’s doing he should feel like he deserves it.

Hoping that perhaps this will be his final run through this dream he lets it play out. He looks up to the left and soon sees the edge of the grass dipping left and right for the little animal making it’s way toward him. Right from that moment Yoongi feels that something isn’t right.

When he should start to see little brown flecks in the green he’s seeing shimmering gold. The shock of something in this dreadful dream changing has him watching in awe and curiosity. Long ears and hopping movements from the grass still say rabbit but it’s not the same one.

That’s made perfectly obvious when the creature stops for a moment in front of him in clear view before it darts out deeper into the field. Yoongi saw perfectly well the sleek rabbit with fur of glittering gold and eyes of opposing colors, the left white with a black pupil and the right black with a white pupil. It never beckoned it to follow like usual so Yoongi stays stock still in his place.

From the place deep out into the grass the glowing light around the rabbit grows. The creature starts to get much larger and changes shape. The gentle breeze stirs in the end to reveal an enormous gold dragon. The bicolored eyes look down to Yoongi who bows his head. Grandfather Min has a sizable painting of this dragon hanging above the entrance to his home. He remembers all the folk stories he’s heard in his youth about the great animal spirit.

A puff of steam comes from the spirits nostrils then opens his mouth to speak. “Min Yoongi, the lupin prince of the Min clan. Your family has summoned me to grant your wish of removing your wolf spirit.” The great booming voice makes the trees around the tremble. Yoongi drops to his knees and lowers his head to the earth.

“Forgive me great spirit. I am incapable of control the beast within me. Please allow me to remove it.” Yoongi can’t help the nervous tremor in his voice. The beast is quiet for a long moment and he’s afraid that he was not heard.

“My boy I feel that it is I should also ask a bit for forgiveness. Seeing you as a strong soul of the Min clan I bestowed upon you at your birth one of my toughest wolves that wished desperately to have a second chance at life. I realise now that some of us do not deserve a second chance. I can see this place and see all your thoughts, concerns, and fears. I understand that you are in love with a human female. Even your beast has taken a very great liking to her and caused you quite a bit of trouble. As you have seen love is often the greatest push to churn the water of life.”

Again there is a long silence. Yoongi reflects over everything the spirit has said. Another blast of steam warms over the air and the spirit speaks.

“I will allow you your wish Min Yoongi. On the condition that your future children keep your family lineage. After all you will still have the Min blood meant to bear a second lupin spirit. I will be more careful with choosing their wolf in hopes of not repeating your plight. Do we have a deal child?”

A part of Yoongi would like to protest. Unless he were to eventually have children with a werewolf there would be a hard life ahead for him and his lover. He comes to think it’s only fair to the great spirit and his family to agree on those terms. It’s his only way to repay them for this dishonor.

“I agree to the deal your greatness.” Yoongi words make it final. “Very well, Min Yoongi I wish you luck.” The breeze stirs up again and Yoongi looks up as the bright light carries the spirit up and out of his body. The moonstones glow white once the spirit passes to return to it’s own realm. Yoongi’s family and the doctor see the sign right away and begin the next steps of the procedure.

After the great animal spirit has left Yoongi stays sitting on the edge of the woods waiting for the next sign. Mostly he’s expecting to see the usual rabbit come for him. A few minutes pass before he hears quiet paws padding towards him through the woods. He turns to see his wolf standing about a yard away.

It’s quite a strange sensation to essentially be looking at yourself. Even stranger when you feel like it’s you but also not you at the same time and soon it won’t be you at all. They sit in tense silence looking at each other. Yoongi notices that through the shade of trees they are connected by a shadow.

“Min Yoongi.” The wolf speaks first. Well speaks in a figurative way. It’s more a telepathic message how the two normally communicate their feelings. They feel more than they say. Both of them feel the tug of regret and sorrow, most of it coming from the wolf. It doesn’t need to say in words how sorry it is for hurting Yoongi and those around him. Yoongi doesn’t need to say sorry for ending it’s life.

The wolf takes a half step forward and waits. Yoongi sits up on his knees and lets the wolf approach him. He wraps his arms around the warm grey neck and the wolf rests it’s muzzle over the boy’s shoulder. The wolf gives a soft whine that breaks Yoongi’s heart. He sniffles and allows fat tears to roll down his cheeks into the soft fur.

The wolf pulls back first and licks away the boy’s tears. They look deeply into each other watery eyes and share a new feeling of thanks. In his mind Yoongi can hear the wolf thanking him for giving him a good run at a second chance. He’d like to ask about the animals first life but there’s no time.

There’s not even time for much else before the forest starts to feel hot. The breeze gets heavy and humid. The sky darkens like a storm threatening on the horizon. The air quickly gets unbearably hot and thick. It feels more like a toxic gas cloud than good oxygen.

On the outside, the doctor has set up the IV and put the needle into the vein of Yoongi’s arm. The saline and wolfsbane mixture is pouring into his system. The doctor needs to be careful in giving just the right amount as wolfsbane is also poisonous to humans. The images in Yoongi’s head are his mind’s way of showing the drugs effects.

Yoongi is trying hard to catch his breath with his head turned down and his eyes watering more from choking. The heat spikes and the wolf yelps beside him. He looks up in horror to see the beast with purple colored flames running up it’s legs. Yoongi panics and isn’t sure what to do.

His wolf knows what these flames are and understands it’s time for their goodbye. Through the pain of the fire singeing off fur, the beast pushes Yoongi towards the clearing. He understands what the wolf wants but hesitates a moment. The long nose gives him another strong shove and a signal to go and he listens.

Out in the clearing the air is cleaner and a little cooler. The long grass feels like it’s protecting him from the toxins. Yoongi wades out to about where the great animal spirit was standing and turns back to see the wolf. He can hear it whimpering in pain standing just inside the woods. It’s laying limply on it’s side and the flames cover it entirely.

Even without the shade of the trees there is still a shadow connecting the two. The flames having taken sufficient control over the wolf start to burn along the shadow to Yoongi. He watches in fear and swears he can already feel the heat scalding his skin.

Grandfather Min still channeling the energy from the boy senses the change. He signals for the doctor to stop the drip of the Wolfbane. The IV runs clear now to only supply the saline. The chants from the elder change and he moves to shift and activate the opals.

In Yoongi’s vision the purple flames fade to a halt. He’s relieved then frightened again as a different fire of multiple shimmering colors rises from the center of the shadow. It burns perpendicularly to the dark line until Yoongi feels something in his chest snap, like a rope that was cut. The colored flame puffs into smoke just as quickly as it had come.

The long shadow is gone and looks like a normal one just around his body. His chest feels tight but empty at the same time. It feels like a hole had been ripped into it and was left trying to close by itself. That’s when he notices that he can’t feel the connection with his wolf anymore. He frantically looks over the grass into the woods to see the beast but only a smouldering bit of purple flames lay in it’s place.

The elder then activates the howlite. A beam of light streaks down through the dark stormy skies to cast light on the ashes of the wolf. Yoongi has to look carefully to see small wisps of white rising into the light. It looks at first to only be smoke then gradually takes on the faintest shape of a wolf as it rises. With one last look the beast turns back to Yoongi before departing from his body for good.

Grandfather Min continues his chanting now from the quartz end. Just as it had risen from the ashes the wolf spirit starts to trickle out of the cut above Yoongi’s heart. It looks simply as white wisps of smoke coming from the wound and making a sphere.

The elder chants and gently glides his hands forward through the air toward the kyanite. The spirit doesn’t take long to follow the right path over the kyanite and to the garnet. For a long minute the spirit flows like a cloudy river from Yoongi and into the stone. The end of the trail enters the stone that’s now changed in color from a bright shimmering crimson to a dark, near black burgundy.

The stones are blessed to end the seance and is deemed a success for now. The doctor sets to work stitching up Yoongi’s chest, giving him antidote for the wolfsbane, and settling him into a bed. Yoonseok and his father help the doctor clean up the room while grandfather goes to rest. Yoongi’s mother goes to sit by his side, holding his hand and dabbing sweat away from his forehead while his body fights the poison.

Once the wolf was finally gone everything in Yoongi’s vision had gone completely back to normal. The breeze gentle, no beams of light or strange fires, and the skies were clear and lovely. He laid still in the long grass at the peak of the hill. He still felt like there was a deep hole in his chest and was too scared to look down or try to touch the area in case that were the truth.

Instead he laid back and thought deeply about what had all just happened. So deeply in fact that he didn’t hear the rustle of grass. The feel of whiskers and soft fur on his cheek made him jump. The animal jumped back a bit and Yoongi could focus his sight. He really should’ve been expecting for your rabbit to come now that all the trouble is over.

He waits for the rabbit to run away from being scared but it never does. On the contrary it hops back up to him and sniffs over him with that cute twitchy nose. It even rubs its face into his cheek and bumps into him to reciprocate.

Finally he does nuzzle back just like he normally does in this dream. They rub cheeks and he buries his nose into the soft fur. He inhales and the scent it’s still yours but it’s much fainter than usual. It’s barely there. It doesn’t make him feel the demanding need to claim and hurt. He just feels comfort.

When he pulls away he does notice that he did change. He’s much smaller than usual much more bunny sized in fact. He looks down and sure enough he’s looking at his feet but they’re little and furry. His body is petite and round. He’s a rabbit. His wish finally came true.

-E.최

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bernardhiking · 8 years ago

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Bystré Saddle Loop

Date of hike: August 5, 2017

Country: Slovakia

Region: High Tatras

Trailhead: Strba Pleso (option starting from Solisko chair lift mountain station)

Hike Destination: Bystré Saddle

Distance: 20 km (13 miles)

Elevation difference: 1600 feet (550 meters) from Solisko chair lift

Difficulty: Moderate to advanced.

Having completed a long hike the previous day, we opted to get a little help for today’s hike by taking the chair lift from Strba Pleso up to Solisko, to save some energy for the long haul.

From Solisko, we took the blue route which skirts the mountainside while descending a few hundred feet to rejoin the main (yellow) trail up to the Wahlenbergovo Lakes. Compared to the hike the previous day to Lake Hincovo, which had been rather crowded from the outset, this trail was less traveled, though we still encountered quite a few fellow hikers. We got the impression that Slovakians thoroughly enjoy hiking in the Tatras—most of the trails were well frequented, and some of them got almost uncomfortably busy with locals coming out in droves to enjoy what may well be the national pastime here.

There are two lakes on the way up to the Bystré Saddle, and our group of four made it together to the lower Wahlenbergovo Lake, which we reached after some serious upward slogging at noon. Here we enjoyed a simple picnic of fruit, cookies, and local sausage, while contemplating the lake and its surrounding rocky heights, dappled by a constantly moving pattern of passing cloud and sunshine.

The geology of this part of the Tatras is mainly crystalline with some metamorphosed material as well. The Tatras are much older than, say, the Alps or the Himalaya, having been formed initially during the Paleozoic Age (500-250 million years ago). After such long periods of erosion, the peaks are heavily serrated, broken up, and fissured with hardly a smooth vertical rock wall left anywhere. The whole area resembles one vast debris field, strewn over and over with sharp-edged crystalline rocks of all shapes and sizes.

So, hiking here means skipping and balancing from rock to rock to rock, a bit like on the Appalachian trail, a mountain range resembling the High Tatras in geology and age. It is really quite extreme how there is hardly a stretch of 100 yards at a time that constitutes smooth ground in these parts. You use a whole different hiking approach, constantly looking down at your feet and utilizing different muscles in order to balance and hop from rock to rock rather than stride on level ground.

After our lunch, we split into two groups: Lyra and I were going to see how far we could proceed up toward the pass with our soft tennis shoes, while Liang returned with our friend down to the valley. My goal was to cross over to the next valley and complete the loop, but given our flimsy shoe work, I had my doubts whether we would be able to complete the project; I was not going to take stupid risks just because we did not have room in our luggage to bring proper boots along with us.

Half an hour after leaving the lower lake, we reached the upper Wahlenbergovo Lake which resembled the first one like a twin: almost black water embedded in distinctively greenish boulder fields. The characteristic greenish hue that covers the landscape here comes from the lichen which grow profusely on the rocks all around.

The lakes, or tarns, here are linked with streams, although one wonders where the water is coming from in the first place since there are barely any snow fields left at this time of year to provide meltwater, and all the surrounding consists of dry rocks.

After we skirted the second lake, the trail turned sharply upward toward the saddle, zig-zagging at an increasingly steep grade.

Here the proverbial wheat was being separated from the chaff, as Lyra and I ascended at a steady pace, passing clumps of other hikers who were resting to catch their breath. Soon, we reached the steepest portion of the slope right underneath the saddle, and to my surprise we faced a fixed chain to haul ourselves up the last, steep portion of the route.

This created a bit of a traffic jam, and I was reminded of Hillary Step on Mount Everest, that notorious bottle neck which holds up many climbers at a crucial stage of the climb in the “Death Zone” just underneath the summit. This jam in the Tatras merely meant an added quarter of an hour or so on the clock rather than life or death. But it nevertheless created some tension. One women coming down was gripped by a panic attack as she faced a drop of several meters, and I watched her beginning to hyperventilate. I quickly hauled myself up halfway toward her using the chain, then gained a foothold and reached my hand out to guide her down.

Boy, I have not been gripped so hard by a woman’s hand since Liang gave birth to Lyra... This woman’s muscles were stiff with fear, but I managed to lower her down past the drop and onto the hiking path. Then, I quickly hauled myself up and took the next few chain segments in stride, only to realize that Lyra with her shorter legs did not have the extension necessary to take the last long stride upward, so I gave her my hand and pulled her up.

Now we stood at the comb of the saddle, and the gap in the rock through which everybody had to squeeze was not wider than one person.

Unexpectedly, the drop on the other side of the saddle was even steeper than the one we had just mastered, and there were fixed chains on that side too. When I saw folks climbing up toward me with mountaineering helmets, it hit me that wearing sneakers and city clothes in this location was a bit out of place.

Quite a long line of people was cued up on the other side, waiting to ascend along the fixed chains. I was guilty of holding them up just a little longer since I had to look at the view that greeted us there. From the saddle, one could see past the first mountain range into further ranges receding into the distance, a sere vertical landscape overtopped by light blue sky and floating clouds. Down below embedded in the white-greenish rocky desert lay several opal tarns of intense blue-green-black hues. We stood still for a moment contemplating this stunning view, but hikers on both sides of the narrow gap were pressing forward, wanting to pass through the narrow gap, so we could only snap a quick picture before facing the descent. Fortunately, there were two chains next to each other here, so all hikers did not have to use the same chain to move up and down. The only problem on the way down was that scraping along the rock facing forward was not safe while wearing a backpack, so I strapped the backpack to my front, grabbed the chain, and stretched out my feet feeling for a foothold. I was a bit concerned about Lyra at this point, but she reassured me in calm tones that she was perfectly fine. What a relief! We more slithered than climbed down along the near-vertical track here, using whatever foothold we could find. After about 20 yards of this scrambling, we rejoined the trail and had now a better opportunity to enjoy the spectacular scenery while snapping some more pictures.

From here, we could see four opal tarns, lined up at the floor of Mlinicka Valley. The trail continued to be steep and rocky all the way down to the fourth lake, with only short stretches of flat ground now and then. At the fourth lake, we took a rest to drink water and munch on some sweets to supply a bit of instant energy. The sky was clearing up, and a soft late afternoon glow was spreading over the scene, creating a supremely peaceful atmosphere.

After this, the trail turned into the Vodopak Skok section, which is named after the waterfall that cascades down the rocks at this point.

Here we encountered another set of fixed chains for support, as the trail once again turned steeper than is considered normal for regular hiking. The bottom of the waterfall was quite crowded, as many hikers go only this far from the town of Strba Pleso to enjoy the waterfalls, and then turn around.

The last few miles of the hike were enjoyable for the wildflowers which grew abundantly in this part of the valley and for the changing scenery.

At one point, we spotted some climbers suspended on a vertical cliff, their neon-colored jerseys contrasting sharply with the black rock. It was one of the few places where the rock had not been eroded and cracked into fragments, affording a solid enough surface for rock climbing. We arrived tired but satisfied at the start of the route in the late afternoon, some six hours after taking the chair lift from here. It would have been preferable to wear sturdier shoes on this relatively demanding, steep hike, but with proper care and experience, it had been just about OK to complete the loop with inferior footwork (and we were not the only ones to do so...). Of course, this was only possible because the path was not wet at any portion and because the trail was well maintained, with many of the steepest portions turned into a kind of natural stair by having rock slabs arranged to form steps. Given the heavy use that these trails get in this region, this is a very wise approach, and we were generally impressed by the signage and good maintenance of the hiking trails in this area—the very opposite of hiking trails in Sichuan.

One of the biggest attractions of the High Tatras is that many of the peaks are climbable. However, to go past the lakes and the occasional pass, as we did, and proceed up to the very summits of mountains, one definitely needs proper hiking boots, there is not two-ways about it. So, as far as this region is concerned, we have left something undone—climbing a peak or two (say Rysy or Krivan), and I would not mind at all to return at some future point with hiking boots in the luggage as well as hiking poles. In all, although devoid of glaciers and eternal snow and ice, the High Tatras are an attractive and rewarding hiking destination, despite being somewhat tiring given that all trails proceed over piles of jagged rocks; but the clear air, sweeping views, and opal lakes more than make up for the hardship of rock-hopping.

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Captain Falcon: The Last Mimeosome Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Making a name (Disclaimer!) Cross and I headed out to look for clues with Alexa monitoring us. “Just keep following this path and you’ll find the first area,” she said. “Got it boss,” I said. I noticed somebody else heading our way. Using my scouter, I noticed it was Elma. “Elma?” I asked. “We should follow,” said Cross. “I was just about to say that,” I said, “Let’s move.” We followed her to a building. Somebody else was with her. As I went inside I heard talking. “Now listen carefully,” said someone, “Where is my vessel?” I peeked and saw a guy in a red cloak. “I told you I don’t know!” said a hostage. Agent Zero had his gun pointed at his family. “Let’s try this again,” said the person. He was wearing a yellow and black exo skeleton with two floating guns. “Psycho launchers?” I asked. “You’re standing in the presence of the Yellow Devil,” said Yellow Devil, “So I suggest you think before you answer.” I had my plasma buster ready to fire. “On, on the count of three, we fight him,” I said, “One…. Two…” I heard someone yell and jump in. It was Elma and that other guy. “Blade soldiers,” said Yellow Devil, “Zero you know what to do.” He nodded and started fighting them. I jumped out firing at Zero. I activated my arm blade and pointed it at Yellow Devil. “So you’re the one behind the scheme,” I said. “So you know who I am,” said Yellow Devil. He summoned a bunch of the yellow clay. “But unfortunately you won’t live long enough to know what I’m doing,” he said. He fired some of it at me and I evaded quickly. “Alright,” I said. I started attacking him but he was able dodge. “Is that all you got boy?” he asked. “Oh you’ll find out I’m full of surprises,” I said. I used the arching horn tactic and managed to hit him. “Now, that wasn’t NICE!” he said. He forced me back using the clay substance. I got a look at it. “Labranyum?” I asked. Yellow Devil saw Elma trying to help the family and had her pinned. “Elma!” said Cross. He jumped out and started fighting Yellow Devil. “And who are you supposed to be?” he asked. “I’m the Blue Angel,” said Cross, “Every devil needs an angel.” “Very well,” said Yellow Devil. He started attacking with the labranyum but Cross managed to cut through it like a knife through hot butter. “Whoa,” said the other soldier. I got a look at him. “Yelv?” I asked. “Sup pard?” he asked. It was one of my friends, Bert Pajor, Codename; Yelv. He cut me free using his photon saber. “You wanna take this opportunity to tell me what the fuck-shit is goin’ on?” I asked. “Elma needed somebody to help with the stakeout and I volunteered,” said Yelv, “My girlfriend’s probably gonna wonder where I am.” Both of us got the Yellow Devil’s attention. That gave Cross the advantage to save Elma. “I’m gonna cut you loose,” he said using his sword. Elma was free. “Can you help me get these people out?” asked Elma. “You got it ma’am,” said Cross. That sounded familiar to her. They got the family out of the building. “Sir, its time,” said Zero. “I’d truly love to continue but I’m needed elsewhere,” said Yellow Devil, “Its your lucky day!” He used the labranyum to make a platform and escape.

A little girl saw Cross. “The Blue Angel….” She said. “Nicholas, how did you get here?” asked Elma. “Well, I thought I should do some stakeout and find out what this Yellow Devil is up to,” I said. “And who’s the man behind you?” asked Yelv. “He’s the Blue Angel,” I said, “Apparently a big deal in Republic City.” “I’m glad you’re ok El….” Started Cross, “Uh ma’am. Whoever you are.” Elma recognized his voice. “Cross?” she asked. Cross sighed and took off his mask. Elma smiled. “You certainly did your homework on blade combat,” she said, “You really mastered the longsword.” “That’s because of this chip I installed in him, which is programmed with dozens of combat procedures,” I said, “This chip is what makes Blue Angel, Blue Angel.” “We should head back before Doug wonders where we are,” said Elma. Later in the morning I was asleep. “SON OF A BITCH!” shouted Doug. That woke me up and I fell to the floor. Colleen and I went outside. “What’s goin’ on?” I asked. “Somebody sabotaged our chopper,” said Doug. “Oh man,” said Colleen, “Who was it?” “How should I know?” asked Doug, “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a few days.” Alexa and I grinned. Captain Falcon and I started doing more stakeouts and helping people at night while Alexa was training Cross with his armor and gear. Walking the Wire from Evolve Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you? We could turn around and we could give it up But we'll take what comes, take what comes Oh, the storm is raging against us now If you're afraid of falling then don't look down But we took the step, oh, we took the leap And we'll take what comes, take what comes Little by little, we were coming close to bringing Republic City back to its former glory. Korra and Asami even helped out with some stakeouts. I made her promise not to tell anybody about what we were doing. Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire There's nights we had to just walk away And there's tears we'll cry but those tears will fade It's a price you pay when it comes to love And we'll take what comes, take what comes Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here A few days later Cross and I walked around Republic City and noticed people going around and playing. “It feels…. Happier around here,” said Cross. “It was because of this hero called the Blue Angel,” said Opal, “He’s been delivering food, bringing people shelter and more.” “I say he’s done a pretty damn good job,” said Mako looking around. “Looks like they’ve already got somebody protecting them,” said Doug. We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below Oh, I'll take your hand when thunder roars And I'll hold you close, I'll stay the course I promise you from up above That we'll take what comes, take what comes Love We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, love We couldn't be higher, up We're walking the wire, wire, wire It took some doing, but Cross and I finally managed to clean the entire city of the labranyum used by the Yellow Devil. “Cross, you might wanna see this!” I said. Cross came up to the top of the roof and saw some kind of lights. They were chained together to look like the Blue Angel. “I guess I made a name for myself,” said Cross. “It sure looks that way,” said Elma smiling at him. So look out down below Look out down below Look out down below Walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below We're walking the wire We're walking the wire We're walking the wire, wire, wire I was at a bar drinking some beer. I was actually surprised that I couldn’t get too drunk thanks to the healing factor. Korra joined me. “How have things been over the past few years?” she asked. “So far, so good,” I said. “Oh, how are things with Wendy?” asked Korra, “You never told me about her.” I looked down at my cup. “We broke up,” I said. “OH man,” said Korra, “I’m sorry to hear that.” “Its ok,” I said, “I found somebody new and brought her home from Japan, her name’s Sakura.” I showed her a picture. “She seems nice,” said Korra. “I know,” I said, “What about you?” “Usual Avatar business,” said Korra, “Stopping thieves, saving lives, the usual. Plus Asami got back together with Mako.” “Trust me, I found out,” I said, “But I thought you and her were a…” “Gosh no,” said Korra, “We’re just the best of friends and we can trust each other with anything.” I took a sip of my drink. “I was the same way with Connor Kelly,” I said. “The original Captain Falcon?” asked Korra, “I heard stories about him.” Korra took a sip. “I didn’t know the avatar could drink beer,” I said. “I can handle almost 4 drinks at once,” said Korra. “Is that so?” I asked. I took a sip and then started drinking it all. I grinned at her then threw the cup on the ground. “Another!” I said. I started to chuckle and she joined me. “Another!” said Korra. “Another!” I said. The bartender gave us another round. Korra and I started heading back to the condo. “The mood is good, the hearts are full there’s magic in the air, its all because we’re here tonight, and haven’t got a care!” we sung, “So raise your glass a toast to life wherever it may lead, lalala lalalala a friend is fine indeed, lalala lalalala a friend is fine indeed!” I fell to the ground and Korra carried me home.

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