ASTERISM

also me:

For once in her life, she’s being nice. She was never the helpful siblings, she would always sneer a blatant insult at them and walk away. But now, now she’s sitting in front of her sister with a roll of gauze. Maybe taking on the role of a father to Ellie’s kids was making her soft. Gross

She yanks a stool over and sits down with a huff. Hand grips her sisters arm to steady it, “ Where’s it at? Tell me or imma start feelin’ yer arm an’ i ain’t gonna feel bad if i grab the cut “ 

  STILL, VANYA HOPES THE PROCESS IS QUICK-- she finds herself able to deal with the slight pain, only an aching at the back of her mind, but there are much bigger things to worry about. World set to collapse, the woman and child she has to return to beforehand, make things r i g h t for-- a cut, it seems pointless, ORDINARY. 

@doubtstars​ // owl city starters

    DOWNWARD TWITCH OF HIS LIPS and a sympathetic look in his eyes, the tips of Sokka’s fingertips mindlessly brush against hers-- in slow, careful movements, they connect, and he keeps a warm grip of her hand. Unwilling to admit, but nerves claw at his chest too: they always have, from boyhood awaiting MANHOOD, constant preparation for the day the black snow finally descended again, the resolve to keep Katara safe and the drive to find his dad, the WAR they’ve all had to fight in their whole lives. He doesn’t remember a day without it, and the LAST thing Sokka is going to let happen is leave Suki alone...not after what the both of them have had to endure.

       “I’ve got you,” He promises, and he MEANS it, with every effort he can manage. “And I won’t leave, believe me, a lot of people have failed at trying to get rid of me.” An attempt to lighten the mood with a slightly lopsided smile, before he gently squeezes her hand.

          IS IT A GREATER GRIEF TO BE LEFT STANDING while another is gone, or to be the one who is lost?-- or tethered in between worlds, left to watch in flickering beats and unseen for long years. Ben has watched for a long time now, observing through a kind of one-way glass where the rest of his siblings could never meet his eyes. One moment, spirit conjured into the real world before the world had begun to fall apart, and his image faded away before he could say a thing ( COULD HE? he doesn’t know-- but it was never the same as really seeing them would be ). Now, through a swirling vortex of time and space, one he and Klaus fell out in an unrecognizable alleyway. 

                                            EXCEPT SOMETHING WAS DIFFERENT. 

    Seemingly the same as always, there was only slight inclination in the beating of his heart and tingling feeling of life at his fingertips that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. But walking alongside Klaus, REALIZATION washed over him the moment a passerby bumped into his shoulder. Then came the confusion, questioning, pieces CLICKING together as Ben’s mind struggled to process what happened- corporeal, given a body once more. 

                        And present, finally, trailing behind Klaus as they step in to find not six, but SEVEN SIBLINGS, all standing in one. Maybe he should have expected the ensuing COMMOTION upon his, well...standing right in front of them, a whirlwind of explanations and embraces when finally, he finds himself standing in front of Vanya. Lips tug into a tentative, yet warm smile- relief comes with the realization that she’s okay ( SIMILAR TREATMENT-- BOMB AND MONSTER ALIKE, yet death comes with the time to contemplate, and their powers...they aren’t defining ). “Hey, Vanya...” Something is off, he knows it, but now, Ben could HARDLY mind.