Yangvik Week : Flustered || Past Lives
Kavik yawned, as he pushed open the door to their cheap hotel room. Reconnaissance had kept him out late that evening; and he was ending a long day with the frustration that he still didn’t have the information they needed.
He padded into the dimly lit room quietly; so as not to wake his partner. Adding to his stress, was the guilty knowledge that Yangchen had gone to bed on her own. Sometimes the other Avatars, her past lives, came out soon after she fell asleep. It was always better when they had someone to talk to.
“OH!” Kavik was almost startled to hear his partner’s voice, and with a casual snap of her fingers the Avatar sent a careful spark of flame to the candle next to her bed; the sudden light revealing her to still be very much awake and sitting on top of the covers. Kavik was thrown off by a look of genuine surprise on her face; until it slipped into a very non-monastic smirk. “And who is this handsome water tribe stranger, sneaking into the Avatar’s room?”
Kavik felt his weariness leave him in an instant. If this was how she wanted to end the night, he was more than ready to oblige her. “The Avatar!?” He said with mock alarm. “They warned me the spirits would punish my thieving. Well, I’m not foolish enough to think I can escape your grasp.” He tilted his chin up in defiance. “But you’ll never get me to talk!”
They often replayed the day they had first met, with a variety of creative alternate outcomes. Kavik wouldn’t admit it, but his personal favorite one was the interrogation.
Yangchen’s eyes widened with a surprise that seemed oddly sincere; but that mischievous smile came back as she rose from the bed. “You’re a bold one stranger; but I’ll admit I don’t have the stomach for interrogation.”
Spoilsport, Kavik grumbled to himself.
“I prefer to learn the measure of another man, eh, physically; matching strength for strength,” the Avatar strutted toward him, hands firmly on hips. “And you look like a worthy challenge; there aren’t many men tall enough to look me in the eye!”
Kavik’s brow furrowed in confusion at her choice of word play. Yangchen was tall for a girl, but not that tall. He had the sudden mental image of a towering seven-foot lady Avatar and . . . . wait . . . . . . what had she meant by “another man”!?
“If you were another firebender,” she was almost nose to nose with him now, her demeanor proud, and cocky. “I would challenge you to an Agni Kai for this insult. But I am an equal master of the bare hand and foot. Few can grapple with me and hold their own, though it’s always a pleasure to-“
Yangchen (or whomever she was now) had moved her hands to her side, right where the buckles would be on traditional fire nation armor, but her fingers froze when they grasped the light fabric of her robes. She looked down in surprise, only to drop her jaw in utter shock.
She placed her hands on her stomach, trailing them up until they came to the modest, but unmistakable, swell of her chest. “WHAT IN THE DRAGON’S NAME!”
Kavik suddenly felt tired all over again.
