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soliyaâ
âif i didnât know any better, i would almost say you were following me.â she moves some hair away from her face, strands that had come loose from her low ponytail during a friendly spar with a friend that sheâd been visiting just earlier. âbut i do know better. just coincidence.â the sides of her mouth tilt upwards ever so slightly as she tucks her hands into her pants pockets. âi honestly though you would have gone back to water before heading this far out to fire.â
since she last saw him in earth, it looks like heâs acquired a few extra items, and she pauses in the conversation to pay each item equal time to observe closely. she doesnât expect him to reply in a full monologue, so she takes her time with the items, one hand coming out to turn this or that whichever way every now and then, stopping on one piece. âthis one is nice,â she murmurs more to herself than anyone. âiâll come back with some money for it.â
she lets that hand fall back down to her side before turning her attention towards him once more. sheâs never been supremely talkative, content to listen and absorb, but she enjoys jinâs stillness and purposefulness, in a world where there is such a lack. âhow long do you intend to stay in fire?â
There's no rhyme or reason to the way Jin moves: momentum yielding and unsuspecting, and he's never been the sort to move against the current. Said current takes him from the heart of the Earth Kingdom, has him move along the ebb and flow of fair weather. Jagged mountains taper out to the sea, the sea widens and thins to the trail of volcanic islands that he's come to learn so well. His anticipation has always been rooted in what to see rather than who; naturally, this doesnât excuse the occasional chance encounter.Â
âWould you like that?â He grins, in obvious jest. Theyâre in the shaded half of the plaza, cool from the relentless sun, wares laid out per usual. Figurines this time, crystalline and smooth to the touch. Jin watches her look at each one, attending to every intricate detail. Where she lingers, he makes a mental note for himself, holds to it for another time.Â
The usual question, with the usual answer. âIâll know when I know,â he ducks his head, smiling to himself for the moment, before returning his gaze. âHow about you?âÂ
wake me
mai
what would she like to see? it doesnât take long for her to think of an answer, a list of what sheâd like to see, but what comes to mind all have him in them, in some way or another. she averts her gaze, stares at the magnolia tree and wonders how long itâll take for this to fade into a simple memory instead of a wish for more.
âthe western air temple. not sure how, butâŚâ she shrugs when words fail her, her thoughts occupied by his hand over hers and the what ifâs his question provoked. it goes without saying that the western air temple is renowned for its unconventional architecture. something different is all sheâd like to see, really, even if she wants them to stay the same.
âhave you gone there yet?â
It's surreal, how he's come to know her like this. Barely brushing the span of a month, and he can already retrace each detail as if he's known them for years. The way she shifts, in momentary thought. The tilt of her head, ever so slight. Eyes as gentle as rain, that seek distances, distances he wants to reach, see with her. Jin finds himself holding his breath in quiet anticipation each time, enamored.
"Not yet." Uncharted territory for the moment. Against better judgment, the thought blooms into something more. A Â sliver of possibility that he considers briefly. Come with me. Only he leaves it to die quiet, like a dwindling flame in the deep. He spreads out his fingers instead, laces them with her own. "I've heard it's lovely there, at this time of year."Â
(Like here. Like now.)Â
parasite
yuiÂ
so much ado about nothing. yui is convinced her efforts have all been in vain, only for him to turn right back around and be oh so cooperative. great. itâs what she wanted, after all. the theatrics seem a bit excessive in hindsight.Â
âif we can just sort this out, i donât care about the details.â a little something sheâs picked up from her dad. the way he just picks up the rat has her second-guessing his claim of no relation, but sheâs not one to go back on her word. Â
âif itâs absolutely necessary,â yui resists the urge to roll her eyes. itâs quite a bold request to make of someone in her position. yet, with no guards present to help carry the undue burden, it doesnât seem possible to put it off. âi suppose i have no choice.âÂ
she holds her hands out, waiting for him to hand over the aforementioned cricket. between having to carry the rat herself (urgh!), or no rat at all, this might be the least painful option. how comical. if only her grandfather could see her now. perhaps heâd laugh.Â
âyou know the way to the palace, right? weâll go to the gate and iâll show you the way from there. itâs not far.âÂ
A question begins to form at the tip of this tongue, but he dismisses it. Better to clarify at the end than be a cause for further delay. Settles with a leveled "All right." It's something of a miracle the rat hasn't so much as even stirred, though it doesn't make him feel any better about the whole thing, but whatâs done is done.Â
Jin stares at her and the near-exasperated way she gestures for the cricket. If it was even possible to look even more blank, well. His face speaks to it in this second. The turn of his head is to direct her to where the insect sits. "You don't have to take it out of its cage," he says lightly, a shade monotonous.Â
With that out of the way, Jin waits until she picks it up before he pivots on his heel and begins the trek to the royal palace, shoulder to shoulder in their steps. Mention of the location alone is starting to speak to the broader context in a way that almost says no wonder. Rich folks sure are different, arenât they?Â
code dead
mai
sian
( ... )Â
( ` an inhale ) ( ` counts backwards in his head from five, hand fidgeting at his side ) ( ` he lifts his chin and takes a look at jin, lingering, long enough for mai to put two and two together. the hat stays on, but he redirects his attention to her, acknowledging that she, too, dons a color unfamiliar to home )
( ` you get it, right? )
( * naturally, sheâs at a loss for wordsâhow exactly is one supposed to react when put in her current positionâuntil she realises she canât afford to be, not when time is slipping through her fingers ) i was in the centre when it all blew up. Â ( * frowns at the memory of her run-in with seon a few days ago, but more so at the fact that she wonât be as lucky the next time )
and you? ( * despite his immunity from this new manhunt, she still canât help but worry and it shows ) ( * then thereâs the question of the person beside him. thereâs a nagging feeling when she lets her gaze drift away from jin, only to meet the strangerâs eyes andâoh? ) ( * she lets her stare linger long enough for gun to know that she knows, which isnât long, but hopefully their streak of silent mutual understanding hasnât died down since the last time theyâve seen each other ) areâare you both okay? ( * itâs only courteous to ask, especially coming from her. thatâs not to say the question is insincere. far from it, actually )
( ` in the scatter of his thoughts and senses, sian's quiet distress is missed entirely. wide-eyed, the dumbstruck expression on jinâs face uncharacteristically profound ) weâre fine. ( ` one breath to gather his thoughts, another that gets caught in his throat, suddenly sick with the realization. even if she dons a disguise, thereâs still no taking chances. ) ( ` voice drops low, solemn and urgent ) you shouldnât be by yourself. ( ` he follows the way her eyes trail over his shoulder, which he mistakes as a sign to clear the air )Â
heâs with me. ( ` steps forward and aside to allow mai a better glimpse of their companion ) donât worry. ( ` his gaze finds sianâs, and itâs a wordless plea ) the sooner we get back to the inn, the better. ( ` the full truth of her identity is left out with reason. any and all explanations will have to wait. ) ( ` is further amiss to the fact heâs the real outlier between the three of themâboth in how far shared histories go back, and the complex dilemma that is afoot in this very second ) ( ` for now: thereâs safety in numbers. )Â

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You ask the sea, what can you promise me and it speaks the truth; it says erasure.
Louise GlĂźck, from March (via wishbzne)
code dead
mai
sian
( ... )
( mouths mai, like a question, wishing he was uncertain about it. if he could afford to be happy about seeing a familiar face, in a time like this, no less, thatâd be his go-to. but he canât ) ( ` swallows hard, slowly shifting away from jinâs left side and switching to the other, dipping his hat lower in hopes she hadnât gotten the chance to read his face yet, wonât get to ) ( ` way to not be sus )
( * not to sound picky, but red does not feel like itâs her colour. she canât afford to complain when the warm hues act as camouflage to anyone that canât place a name on her face, which is the majority out here on the outskirts of the city ) ( * itâs the disappointment that had compelled her to leave the main city, but also the thought that maybe, just maybe, her siblings or any other familiar faces would have fled before she did. itâs safer not to be recognised and yet, her disappointment only grows )
( * tenses when she spots two figures ahead and she keeps her eyes averted as she continues to walk as if she isnât on the run ) ( * closer now, she canât help it, curious and hopeful even if she didnât recognise them from the distance, because she felt a stare too, only for that feeling to dwindle when she lifts her gaze. theyâve switched sides and while she canât make out one face just yet, the other one is as clear as day )
( * slowly stops in her tracks, even if going ahead seems like a better option )Â jin? ( * despite the time that has passed, his name never lost its familiarity. instead of saying anything else, she bites her tongue and waits, gaze drifting to the figure to his left briefly before returning to him )
( ` Â traveling doesn't come without its hiccups, but here they're speaking barricades, and it towers over them, ominous ) ( ` Â two silver linings: they don't have much in terms of the distance or what's there to return to )
( ` Â the streets are as empty as they were when they'd left, first thingâout of respect, out of grieving. he has half a mind to attend, only to check the current climate at least, maybe meet some fellow stragglers in a similar dilemma ) ( ` Â for now, it's just a thought. sian's question prompts a curious hum, eyes roving over without many expectations thenâ )Â
...iâ ( ` memory floods in quick, a whirlwind of too many emotions all at once, enough to make him physically take a step back. ) mai... ( ` saying her name alone is a reaffirmation. ) what are you doing here?Â
anâilâ
âUp north.â He affirms in the faintest murmur made further distorted by the press of skin to mouth. Lingers on the distant memory, made apparent by the sluggish drawl of his delivery, how the words taper off soft.Â
âTrip with my parents,â Anâil replies. âThey left me there by myself for a few days, so I familiarized myself pretty quickly.â Heâd been forced to stay and reflect: âSome kind of cruel and unusual punishment for whacking one of the village bullies with a frozen branch while riding the back of the chiefâs personal polar bear dog.â He explains, extracting his arm from his face and clutching his belly instead as a laugh bubbles up.
âSucked. Northerners are such hardasses.â Anâil rotates himself so he faces Jin, brow now arched. âHope youâre not a Northie. If you are then Iâve seriously misjudged.â
He can imagine it too cleary: An'il with the swing of his makeshift weapon and toothy grin, intentions of cheery malice found in both. No wonder. It prompts a huff of a laugh from Jin all the same. "Say it's worth it for the polar bear dogs."Â
His own experiences are on the more ordinary end of the spectrum, but the severity was striking as it was constant. Unsurprising, really, if he felt the same way. Maybe some things aren't fit for change, or the history in place simply won't allow it.
But Jin neither comments or elaborates on the sentiment, settling for a shrug. "I'm not.â Though it hardly matters, when on the other end he doesnât really associate with the other half either. âWeather that harsh can make anyone like that, I suppose.âÂ
parasite
yuiâ
there is perhaps no grandchild in all the nations of the world as blindly devoted to honoring their grandparents requests as yui kerita. at least thatâs what sheâd wager. her grandparents may also be uniquely trusting among the relatively prudish fire nation eliteâ given how theyâve entrusted her to not only stay in their house while theyâre away, but also care for their pet.
well, their idea of a pet anyway. they clearly care for the humongous reptile, given its lavish enclosure within the gardens, and even if she doesnât see the appeal, yui doesnât want to disappoint.Â
so, when the snake goes on food strike, and the groundskeepers give up on feeding it its usual diet, things get quite desperate.Â
and fine, it may not be her proudest moment, shaking down some random street vendor for life feed, but what option does she have? for one, sheâs keen on keeping her inheritance â and secondly, itâll be a small price to pay for avoiding excommunication.Â
âi mean, i donât have a specific one in mind..â while sheâs simultaneously relieved and surprised about the fact that this guy apparently has one ready to go, sheâs feeling a little apprehensive in the moment. âas long as itâs not too sick or dying and can run around, i think it should be fine. itâs going to be eaten anyway.â
yui pauses, cringing.
âeaten by an animal.â she clarifiesâ in hindsight, rather suspiciously. âa snake.â still doesnât sound great. ânot my snake.âÂ
suppose being cleared of immediate involvement is the best claim she can make. from the vendorâs perspective, the situation must seem rather bizarre.Â
âyou know, iâll just take whatever you have. if itâs this one or another one, it doesnât matterâ as long as you can deliver it.. iâd say this afternoon, at the latest.â a slight caveat, admittedly, but sheâs obviously willing to pay well enough for the service. âas soon as possible though, naturally.â lest the snake curl up and die as soon as she shows her face.
Meeting people of all kinds is inevitable with this line of work, so really, this shouldn't phase him. Her words filter through and he blinks slow in the effort to process and piece together the details. Eventually, the bigger picture emerges, and somehow Jin is even more at a loss than how he was from the onset.Â
His eyes drop to the rodent, and it's hard to deny the twist of pity that posses him. Minding your business, only to end up in the belly of the beast? Literally, at that? Talk about shoddy luck.Â
âWell, itâs not exactly mine, but. Good to know.â The pause that follows is more for the sake of buying time than it is to judge because heâs not one with the right nor time, stooping to sweep the remainder of his actual wares into his bag before standing back up. âAs you can see Iâm done for the day, soââÂ
Jin stops mid-sentence, blanking save for the giant question that forms at the last request. Another glance at Snoozy, then back to the girl. Consider this: he could say no because whoâs he to singlehandedly bring a rat to its due misfortune; on the other hand, he just said out loud heâs got nothing else after. Good samaritan tendencies be damned.Â
He slings his bag over his shoulders. Gently, he reaches down to scoop the creature into his palms. Itâs difficult to wave away the thought of just how many karma points heâs losing from the sheer act alone. âCould you carry the cricket, then?âÂ

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tiptoe
sian
Blind trust, they call it. It isnât the same as taking the shirt without another word, getting up from the bare floor, wincing in the process of standing on his two feet. Heâs so, so sore, the ache in his muscles deeper than anything else right now, an immediate slouch ensuing, a silent cry next. Ow, he mouths. Even an inch of movement would give him away for something he canât fathom he ever was.
That life was a mere four days ago. Sianâs hand lands on the small of his own back for support as he paces himself to the washroom, the air stronger in touch than in sound. He canât help thinking of what Jin would be thinking just at him already looking so gaunt. Actually, he canât help himself at all. God knows what heâd be if luck werenât a thing.
Move with a purpose, mother would always say. Someoneâs.
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His postureâs a little straighter when they reunite downstairs, cheeks just as sunken in, appetite a bigger beast. A hand, clutching the fabric over his stomach as if that will appease it in any way. Sian nods in acknowledgment of Jin and any other dwellers before joining the former at his side, licking his lips, sight set on a possible kitchen, communal eating space, however it goes. âUh, doorâs closed, roomâs clean,â he tells him. Thereâs a gust of wind with the next guest coming in at the entrance on their left, more sticky than it is cool. This obviously blows. âRadio says the forecast has us expecting high temperatures for the rest of the day, and then.. a song.â The radio had a song, not the day, he almost clarifies. Wonders just how much Jin can read about someone in a single once-over. Whether small talkâs overkill or just another one of those things. When theyâll eat, and what. Whoâs on his mind when he isnât home.
On the first floor, it's a little less bleak. Somehow brighter despite the location, but he reasons it's for the mellow wheat-gold wash of the walls (versus their own room's lack thereof) and as he'd hoped, relievingly cooler. The hour of the day induces easeâa stark contrast to the silent creep of dread on their first night elsewhere. Jin almost, almost falls for it the longer he moves about, but another slow shuffle of feet across the stone flooring pulls him back.Â
By the time Sian comes down, the kettle is starting to blow off steam nearby and Jin has managed to locate a map. His gaze follows the winding ink of roads and rivers, mentally pinpointing their current position before moving along the distance left to go.Â
Thereâs a quiet hum in approval for the former and nothing much else for the latter if thatâs any indication of where his priorities lie. Eyes linger at the map a second then two more before he redirects his attention. Jin tilts his head ever so slight, barely-there curiosity. Blinks once. âWhatâs there to sing about?âÂ
Itâs only meant to be rhetorical.Â
Turning on his heel, he heads for the next room over. âLetâs eat.âÂ
anâilâ
Carefully prepared and selected ingredientsâwhether itâs testament to skill or evidence of a well-connected passerby, Anâil leaves the question unanswered. He helps himself to a rice ball.Â
Upon inspection: tacky surface, good shape, each grain separate from the next. He wolfs down half in a bite. Even coating of saltwater, well-distributed condiments and fillings. Second half: very satisfactory, sits comfortably in stomach. Verdict:
âThanks,â Anâil licks off the stray grain of rice clinging to his thumb and closes his eyes, concentrating on the smell of sulfuric air and the cool wind blowing through crisp branches overhead. He conjures an image of Jin as he begins to list his wares. âBeen down there?â Anâil wiggles one of his toes out of the slat of his sandal and gives it a stretch towards the town. âNah, never. Itâs only my second time in the water boonies. First time I went up north. I was underdressed.â He preens his cheek into the grass. âI like it better here. Warmer.â
An'il's response prompts a look of mild surprise. "Up north?" He shifts his weight a little, pulling up one knee to rest his palm there. Where he comes from they're about as far removed from the tribal politics as one can get, but long story shortâpurposeful ignorance can be bliss in the right places. âHm.âÂ
He pulls at a blade of grass with the other hand, wispy and long between his fingers before he lets it free for the breeze to scoop up and run with it. Mild weather is no stranger to this part of the year. Somewhere to the east, some quiet sea town heâs always known is reveling in it after a cold, dry winter.Â
"What were you doing there?" As if thereâs any real reason the either of them roam about like this, but it never hurts to ask. Fact or fiction, Jin enjoys a well-spun tale as much as the next person.Â
parasite
@yviga
TWO DAYS BEFORE DOBS
It's business as usual in the Capital: a handful of hours spent at the city center keeps him equally occupied with inquiries and currency exchange from passersby. People and their devotion to all things auspicious have befuddled at him at times, not for the inclination to it, but for the kind of signs they seek. It's enough to sell enough of the silk-woven amulets, moonstones, and delicately-drawn figurines.Â
The last person is trickling out with a vial of jasmine oil when Jin takes one look at his spread and decides to call it a day. He turns on his heel to grab his satchel by the straps behind him, unaware of the straggler that walks up until she says hello, and then he turns around to greet her in return.Â
Yes, what it is that you need? Jin wagers itâs something along the lines of the typical demandâtalismans, ornaments, etcetera, but then she answers with a request so strange the man has to take a minute to think.Â
âA rat?â His voice is deceptively neutral, deliberately slow in case of any follow-up on her end. Already his brain tries to fill in the blanks: rat hair, rat figurine, horoscopes for the Year of the Rat. Still confused, his eyes return to the stand and lo and behold, thereâs a sleeping rat right next to the last caged cricket.Â
Ah.Â
He lifts a finger and points. âThis one?âÂ
anâilâ
Head still in a daze, like the wispy edges of a cloud, he plops (clambers) under the shaded shelter of the gingko where Jin sits cross-legged, rice ball clamped between teeth.Â
He spreads himself out on wet grass, which quickly penetrates the thin linen of his robes. Embracing the unpleasant sensation made worse by his high, Anâil rolls over onto his side and points to Jinâs mid-day snack. âGonna finish that?â
Itâs been thirty-six hours since their fateful meeting at the previous townshipâs premiere noodle bar. Anâil makes the half-cognizant conclusion that he really enjoys this guyâs unflappability, and another half-cognizant resolution to stick around for another thirty-six hours before going his separate way.
Just beyond the hill: a small mountain-spring village spouting smoke from its chimneytops and steaming, milky pools of water. âSo this next town,â he drawls happily, propping himself up on his elbow. âHow dâya reckon the clientele differs from the last one? You got a different stock to show?â
Permanence means different things for different people, so he doesn't pry for the why's and when's. Company in all its forms has never been a bad thing, even if it hails from the extroverted end of the extremes. Two principles of nature fall into place here: water flows, and Jin rolls with the punches, even if Anâil sometimes lands them a little too hard.Â
Todayâs a breather, baby blue skies without a drop of rain. High time for drifting, no doubtâthrough the sky, or off to doze for a handful of hours.Â
Still chewing, he uses his free hand to offer the lunchbox. Inside: a plethora of pickled plums, tuna, wild mushrooms all folded into rice. Jin waits til Anâil takes his pickings, and sets it back down. âMore women than the last,â he hums. Off the top of his head: âCombs, seed oil, hair tonic...â The place heâd stopped at four towns prior is known for their brushes made of the finest rosewood; heâd copped a couple before going on his way. âYou havenât been there yet, I assume.âÂ

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tiptoe
sian
âIn a bit.â His back is flat on the floor, bedhead apparent but no sign of sleepiness otherwise. Yawning once, he follows in rising up from his spot but stays put in his place, allowing the other to occupy the washroom first. Cicadas hum not too far from here, the screen of the window useless in keeping smaller miscellaneous bugs out. No bites appear on his skin, just scars from being tossed around by the way of the crowd, bare arms grazing against rough textures.
These worries feel trivial, but theyâre still all that plague his mind. âFeelingâ feels like a job more than something he has to do. What are 3 AM thoughts if these are the ones he has at near 1 in the day? âWhat if itâs not?â is a delayed reaction, Gun turning his head to check if Jin is still close.
Sian.
Right on. He looks down at his hands, blinking a few times. Thereâs work to be done.
Getting there.
He stands with a stretch, finding relief from the tension in his shoulders like automatic with the movement. Carefully manuevering around Sian's mattress, Jin steps into the bathroom slippers and heads for the basin. The reflection that stares back looks better than it had three nights ago: eyes less bleary, the exhaustion that has sunk into the contours of his face seemingly permanent but not nearly as obvious. After a couple of splashes: better. If one canât be alert, they can at least look the part.Â
Returning with two towels in his hands, Jin wordlessly places one down next to where Sian sits before reaching for his bag. Inside: two spare shirts, and a decent amount of essentials to be considered as enough; with less time spent within the borders of the Fire Nation, itâll be more than just enough.Â
He shrugs out of his shirt and into a crisp, clean one. âWe can make it happen.â He says it with bland certainty, as if the heatâs got nowhere to go but up from here, and that theyâll make itâout of here, and somehow. The shirtâs done up to the second to last button and he makes a move for the stairs in the hallway. âTake your time.âÂ
wake me
mai
omashu, four years ago
they didnât need to talk about it for her to understand what happens next. sheâd accepted it, the fate of whatever this is, the day he took her somewhere on the outskirts of the city that even she didnât know of. of course, knowing whatâs to come doesnât soften the blow any less but earthbenders are meant to be resilient anyway.
the moon is meant to be a waning crescent tonightâfitting when she thinks back to what the phases supposedly mean. the end of a cycle and letting go, but also the start of something new, which makes it easier to stomach if she looks at it that way.
âso, what are you most looking forward to?â she decides to ask instead of the other questions that roll around in her mind because theyâre all selfish ones that would undoubtedly dampen the mood. her fingers curl around the blades of grass below them and she pulls her gaze away from the moon to look at him with a soft smile.Â
Night falls, and the world slows to a standstill. Somewhere a breeze picks up, rustles the branches of the magnolia tree that stands in the distance, dove-white buds peeking through the dark green foliage. In time, they will unfurl in the bloom of summer, marking the end of another season. In time, this will be a place his mind will return when it is no longer spring wherever he may be then. In this moment, the farthest Jin goes is shy of an inch, only to move his hand over hers.Â
"I dont know," he answers quietly. Gaze averted, his thumb runs absently over the palm lines. Thereâs no real telling what each stop ever brings, and the need to see it through is what keeps him ever-moving, insatiable. Nonetheless, the second thoughts that rise in the back of his mind are inevitable as they are obvious. What could be so wrong about stayingâlike this? How they are?Â
âWhat would you like to see?âÂ