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life's an ocean, through the motions
Who: Asami (
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What: event prompts and september catch-all!
When: throughout september!
Where: various!
Content Warnings: sept event warnings probably apply here, will update if there are any additional ones!

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What: event prompts and september catch-all!
When: throughout september!
Where: various!
Content Warnings: sept event warnings probably apply here, will update if there are any additional ones!
growing pains; for korra
It's the blood magic that's got her perplexed today. She has a couple books she picked up in Gaze and a note from a vendor in Willful Machine describing a ritual the people in Trench perform during this time of year. She's frowning at it thoughtfully at one end of the couch in their living room.
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But she's had some thoughts about that.
In the moment, though, she's padding across the floor to Asami, placing a cup of freshly made tea next to her before sliding onto the couch next to her, not saying anything. She doesn't want to interrupt her thoughts.
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"Sorry. I've been reading about these rituals that the people here do. Sounds like a lot of the Sleepers have started participating as well."
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"And it does," she adds, warming her own tea a bit more with a small flame created from her hand. "I'm not sure I trust the 'give up the past' part of it. Then again, I also just don't trust this place at all, yet."
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She sets the papers aside and lays her head on Korra's shoulder with a sigh. "I'm happy wherever you are, but it's still hard to let go."
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"We've always gotten back before, "she said, lifting an arm to accommodate the woman she loves. "We might still manage it again. In the meantime, we'll do what we always do...what we can."
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"Besides," she added in a happier tone, "you're the most fearless person I know, and I can't imagine anyone less mired by the past...you're too busy imagining the future. Then building it."
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"They're all best parts," she added, with a confident tone.
river of regret; for Mako
[She lifts her head, quickly taking in their surroundings. The bodies on pikes ahead of them and the river under their boat, and then her companion.]
Mako!
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The feather drifted, and brushed him, and now he's here, blinking and clinging to the sides of the boat, his stomach roiling. Asami is in front of him, with a better view of the river, which means he doesn't see the bodies until he's reaching forward to steady them both with a hand on her shoulder.
Then he sees the bodies, just as he's asking if she's okay, and his words catch hard in his throat.
Two of them are very familiar. Three, four, actually, and it's the last two that hurts maybe the most, because wrapped up in each other with ravens picking at them are Korra and Asami. ]
What the fuck.
[ Mako's voice goes flat and hard, the way it does when he's truly freaked out. His hand tightens on Asami's shoulder. ]
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[Asami's far too distressed to really care though, she's still trying to figure out if this is a nightmare, but Mako's hand on her shoulder feels far too real, and the smell. Her eyes well with tears immediately and her throat threatens to close as she hunches forward, close to Mako, close to some form of safety.]
What is this? What's going on?
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[ Which just figures. It figures that the horror and all would follow them here, and it's only minorly helpful that Asami is here in the boat with him, very much alive. It proves that the figure up there on the pole isn't actually Asami, which also proves that Trench's gods are equally determined to mess with them.
Mako swallows and shifts closer, drawing himself up like he's going to be a shield between Asami and the smell and the sight. ]
This is—this kind of thing happened a lot in the dream. We have to... I don't know. Figure out why, or we're probably stuck here with...
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Oh no, Mako... Mako, it's dad...
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[ Asami's face looking like that is never a good thing, and Mako knows that tone in her voice, has heard it too many times for his own comfort. He twists, his brow furrowed, and comes face-to-face with gray hair and glasses and so much rot. A crow perches on Hiroshi's slumped shoulder, yanking at his face.
Mako's breath catches.
Hiroshi Sato is a complicated person for him.
He'd been so accepting, so willing to help, a lifeline, even, when he and Bolin were firmly in the dark. He'd extended a hand covered in poison and then used it against his own daughter and everything she'd worked for, and Mako still, in some part of himself, hasn't gotten over the stinging reminder of the true fact he'd forgotten: never to trust things that seem too good to be true. He'd gotten caught up in the fantasy, and it had hurt to crash to the ground.
It had hurt so much more for Asami, though.
Mako's hand lands at her back, either holding her up or holding himself up or both, it's unclear. His voice is a rough, low thing. ]
I don't know what this place is playing at but I'm not into it. You hear me? [ The pitch of his voice rises, carrying over the awful river, bouncing off stone. ] I'm not playing! Get us out of here!
[ He knows it isn't going to work. He knows that there's always a catch to these things, always something they have to do or solve in order to leave. It's never as easy as opting out, but his feelings are a tangled mess. There is so much hurt on this river, staring them both in the face. What's the connection? Think, Mako. There's a pattern, and he just needs to find it. ]
You, and Korra, and your dad. You're both alive, so it's not dead people, and it isn't people who are here.