hey
dont think weve met but im eddie
chloe's best friend and brother
(Basically. Genetics don't matter when your souls are probably fused together.)
amnd roommate most of the time
anyway
point is
thanks for not being a fuckboy
(Eddie had learned what a 'fuckboy' was like last year and it's not often he gets to use it, okay.)
dont think weve met but im eddie
chloe's best friend and brother
(Basically. Genetics don't matter when your souls are probably fused together.)
amnd roommate most of the time
anyway
point is
thanks for not being a fuckboy
(Eddie had learned what a 'fuckboy' was like last year and it's not often he gets to use it, okay.)
[ There is a lot to unpack there.
First of all, Mako was pretty sure Chloe said she didn't have siblings? He actually goes back to their conversation to check, frowning down at his Fluid.
Maybe it's an emphasis on the best friend thing.
SECOND OF ALL: what is?? a fuckboy?? It takes him a long time to respond to this because he does in fact go look it up in the dictionary of internet terms that Chloe dropped off (thank you, Chloe) and it isn't in there, either, which means his final text back to Eddie is: ]
Uh. Nice to meet you too.
I don't know what fuckboy means, but you're welcome?
First of all, Mako was pretty sure Chloe said she didn't have siblings? He actually goes back to their conversation to check, frowning down at his Fluid.
Maybe it's an emphasis on the best friend thing.
SECOND OF ALL: what is?? a fuckboy?? It takes him a long time to respond to this because he does in fact go look it up in the dictionary of internet terms that Chloe dropped off (thank you, Chloe) and it isn't in there, either, which means his final text back to Eddie is: ]
Uh. Nice to meet you too.
I don't know what fuckboy means, but you're welcome?
text 1 / 3 I am sorry for the spam you are about to witness
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- 2020-10-08 15:19 (UTC) - Expand[ Mako will find on his doorstep a small package. A pair of gloves is inside it when he opens it and a note with it; ]
Mako. Figured you could use these gloves since your powers are on the fritz and you nearly blew me up. Might come in handy.
-Glitch
Mako. Figured you could use these gloves since your powers are on the fritz and you nearly blew me up. Might come in handy.
-Glitch
[ There's a small wrapped package which turns out to be full of gingerbread cookies. At least two dozen of them. He doesn't know how to do small batches, okay.
... There is no note because he really, really hates writing, but he at least had the thought to put a tag with "to" and "from" filled out properly so he doesn't think this is just some random gift from the town. Anna's lecture about making sure to sign his gifts stuck, apparently. ]
... There is no note because he really, really hates writing, but he at least had the thought to put a tag with "to" and "from" filled out properly so he doesn't think this is just some random gift from the town. Anna's lecture about making sure to sign his gifts stuck, apparently. ]
[ Kristoff, a few hours after this is dropped off, recieves a picture. It is a plate of what was probably cookies, judging by the crumbs on them, and a blurry Naga in the background with her mouth full, looking like she is on her way out of the kitchen as fast as possible. ]
Naga, Korra, and I thank you for the cookies.
Is gingerbread safe for polarbear dogs?
Seriously, though, thank you. These are great.
Naga, Korra, and I thank you for the cookies.
Is gingerbread safe for polarbear dogs?
Seriously, though, thank you. These are great.
This is probably dumb, but tell me about your home?
I've had a few too many tonight, and need a distraction.
I've had a few too many tonight, and need a distraction.
[ Mako has to think for a second to figure out: too many what, exactly?
But then he remembers the flask and the expression Wu used once back home and it clicks, and he leans back at his creaky desk chair with a small snort of laughter. ]
It's not dumb but it's a big question. There's a lot to know about my home.
You talked with Korra about our animals yet? That's one that keeps coming up here.
And. Are you alright?
But then he remembers the flask and the expression Wu used once back home and it clicks, and he leans back at his creaky desk chair with a small snort of laughter. ]
It's not dumb but it's a big question. There's a lot to know about my home.
You talked with Korra about our animals yet? That's one that keeps coming up here.
And. Are you alright?
Eda. Hi. I was actually trying to forget about being thrown through a fountain of blood. Thank you so much for the reminder.
You can't be nostalgic for things that happened literally less than a month ago.
You can't be nostalgic for things that happened literally less than a month ago.
Thank you for humoring me the other day when I was not myself. I appreciate it.
I have a question for you though. Do you have a recipe for seaweed noodles?
I have a question for you though. Do you have a recipe for seaweed noodles?
Sure, any time. It's nice to talk about things that aren't the horrors of the town occasionally. You feeling any better?
[ He takes a second to process the second part, raising am eyebrow at the words before something like realization settles in and he grins at his Fluid. ]
I don't know if I can get you the actual seaweed for the noodles with the ingredients around here but I can get you close, yeah. Why?
[ He takes a second to process the second part, raising am eyebrow at the words before something like realization settles in and he grins at his Fluid. ]
I don't know if I can get you the actual seaweed for the noodles with the ingredients around here but I can get you close, yeah. Why?
[ The first reply to this comes later the day that Mako recieves this. He has no idea what Thanksiving is but some quick Fluid-based research has given him an idea, and he is both honored and looking forward to it. ]
Any preferences on the dish? I'll be there. With my brother and my friend Korra, if you have the room.
Any preferences on the dish? I'll be there. With my brother and my friend Korra, if you have the room.
[ Around the 25th, there's a parcel wrapped in brown paper left for Mako. Inside is a winter vest similar to his, only with gray, red, and gold stripes along the collar and shoulders. There's a belt to go with it as well.
And he even remembered to put a note!! He's so sorry about his handwriting, oh God. ]
Mako,
It's getting colder so I thought you might want something to help keep out the chill. Anna helped make the belt, so it's from both of us.
-Kristoff
And he even remembered to put a note!! He's so sorry about his handwriting, oh God. ]
Mako,
It's getting colder so I thought you might want something to help keep out the chill. Anna helped make the belt, so it's from both of us.
-Kristoff
thank you for this its really nice
thank you bpogh
bot h
for it
i mean
[ Guess who just came back from the dead and is having a very hard time focusing on the Fluid long enough to type anything semi-coherently? This guy! ]
thank you bpogh
bot h
for it
i mean
[ Guess who just came back from the dead and is having a very hard time focusing on the Fluid long enough to type anything semi-coherently? This guy! ]
[ There's a loud knock on Mako's door, but if he goes to answer it, there's just a little owl carrying a large pot. He hoots at Mako when he comes outside. The pot is magicked to stay warm. It smells... fine?
On top is a note that reads: ]
kid,
this is what real soup is like.
- eda
[ In the pot is soup. It sure is soup! It takes fine. There are a lot of unidentifiable chunks. Some are meat. What kind of meat? Who can tell. ]
On top is a note that reads: ]
kid,
this is what real soup is like.
- eda
[ In the pot is soup. It sure is soup! It takes fine. There are a lot of unidentifiable chunks. Some are meat. What kind of meat? Who can tell. ]
Eda,
Thank you for the food. I've written out my thoughts below.
Taste: 4 / 10 I didn't know what was in this. It tasted fine but the chunks were a weird texture.
Creativity: 5 / 10 It's okay. The chunks were really not great.
Execution: 2 / 10 Kind of lumpy. Really wish I'd known what you put in this. I don't know what kind of soup it is.
Is it soup?: I guess
I don't want to sound ungrateful but my soup was better.
But seriously. Thank you.
Thank you for the food. I've written out my thoughts below.
Taste: 4 / 10 I didn't know what was in this. It tasted fine but the chunks were a weird texture.
Creativity: 5 / 10 It's okay. The chunks were really not great.
Execution: 2 / 10 Kind of lumpy. Really wish I'd known what you put in this. I don't know what kind of soup it is.
Is it soup?: I guess
I don't want to sound ungrateful but my soup was better.
But seriously. Thank you.
[ Okay, this is Wu's first time using this thing. He's holding it too close to his face and talking a little too loud. ] Mako? Mako is that you? Lysithea told me you're here, but I went to your house and it looks empty!
It's really cold, and I'm not totally sure how to get home? And there are spooky things in the snow that I'm not sure are there? It's getting dark and I that seems even spookier?!
[ He looks up again, then shrinks back against what is revealed to be the front of Mako's Howard Lane house. ]
This is you, Mako? My Mako, from Republic City? Not some other Mako. Right? If you are some other Mako, please direct me to Mako from Republic City.
It's really cold, and I'm not totally sure how to get home? And there are spooky things in the snow that I'm not sure are there? It's getting dark and I that seems even spookier?!
[ He looks up again, then shrinks back against what is revealed to be the front of Mako's Howard Lane house. ]
This is you, Mako? My Mako, from Republic City? Not some other Mako. Right? If you are some other Mako, please direct me to Mako from Republic City.
[ This is.
This is maybe the last voice Mako was expecting to hear when he answered (barely, after jabbing at it a few times with half-working fingers and bleary eyes) his Fluid. He was expecting Bolin, maybe, or Kristoff even though they're in the same house and he's perfectly capable of going down the stairs to see Mako himself.
Instead, he flicks his Fluid on and holds it up to his face and is immediately shot several months into the past, to Wu riding away on Naga with a backpack the size of his whole body and a cocky assurance that with enough bug spray he'd be just fine in the swamp.
Spirits. Spirits, this is bad. Wu isn't cut out for this place: Wu shrinks under pie of all things, Wu can't handle the kind of things that Deerington seems to throw again and again.
But here he is, his face too close and his breath steaming up in front of his face, in front of Mako's old house. Naga's tracks are still barely visible in the front yard. And he mentioned Lysithea, so this isn't some weird fever-dream. Mako's barely been sleeping anyway.
Wu is really here, in Deerington.
His voice, when he finally manages to get a hold of his spinning thoughts and say something, is croaky with sickness. He looks like shit, and he knows that, is kind of trying to aim the Fluid a little farther away from his own face so Wu can't see exactly how bad he feels. No need to scare him more. ]
You have the right Mako.
[ Wow, his voice really does sound awful. Mako frowns and clears his throat, trying again. Important things first: get Wu to the right place, and out of the cold. ] But the wrong house. I'm on Princess Drive, with my friend. Do you have your map on you? Just. Stay put, don't go anywhere. Especially not the forest.
Naga and I will come pick you up.
[ Probably. He can probably manage that. ]
This is maybe the last voice Mako was expecting to hear when he answered (barely, after jabbing at it a few times with half-working fingers and bleary eyes) his Fluid. He was expecting Bolin, maybe, or Kristoff even though they're in the same house and he's perfectly capable of going down the stairs to see Mako himself.
Instead, he flicks his Fluid on and holds it up to his face and is immediately shot several months into the past, to Wu riding away on Naga with a backpack the size of his whole body and a cocky assurance that with enough bug spray he'd be just fine in the swamp.
Spirits. Spirits, this is bad. Wu isn't cut out for this place: Wu shrinks under pie of all things, Wu can't handle the kind of things that Deerington seems to throw again and again.
But here he is, his face too close and his breath steaming up in front of his face, in front of Mako's old house. Naga's tracks are still barely visible in the front yard. And he mentioned Lysithea, so this isn't some weird fever-dream. Mako's barely been sleeping anyway.
Wu is really here, in Deerington.
His voice, when he finally manages to get a hold of his spinning thoughts and say something, is croaky with sickness. He looks like shit, and he knows that, is kind of trying to aim the Fluid a little farther away from his own face so Wu can't see exactly how bad he feels. No need to scare him more. ]
You have the right Mako.
[ Wow, his voice really does sound awful. Mako frowns and clears his throat, trying again. Important things first: get Wu to the right place, and out of the cold. ] But the wrong house. I'm on Princess Drive, with my friend. Do you have your map on you? Just. Stay put, don't go anywhere. Especially not the forest.
Naga and I will come pick you up.
[ Probably. He can probably manage that. ]
[ When Mako picks this up—after listening to her message, it's a bit later—he sounds like shit and also like he's trying really hard to be his usual dry, sarcastic self under the scratchy Sick People Voice. ] I thought giving you a mystery to solve would liven things up.
I'm fine, I'm just. Sick. And tired of eating soup.
I'm fine, I'm just. Sick. And tired of eating soup.
So. You forgot to mention a few things, Mako. Like that you were murdered.
You want to tell me about that, big guy?
You want to tell me about that, big guy?
[ Wow, Raleigh really has him made, huh?
This is two messages in about as many hours asking him about this. Mako heaves a small sigh, audible as crackling over the line. ] Obviously I need to talk to Raleigh.
Yes. I was murdered. I don't see what difference it makes. You know I died.
This is two messages in about as many hours asking him about this. Mako heaves a small sigh, audible as crackling over the line. ] Obviously I need to talk to Raleigh.
Yes. I was murdered. I don't see what difference it makes. You know I died.
On the eve of the 24th, a brightly colored dreamguide vested in black and yellow comes marching into your space. A golden hue surrounds it, shimmering with every flicker of its wings creating a venerable light show. Hanging from its short limbs is a ziplock bag with a few tablespoons of honey and no note attached. Freshly collected, the little buzz maker circles around you once, twice, and on the third drops the bag above you - hope you catch it. Once it's made its delivery it will go on its merry way.
[Raleigh nods as he focuses on Naga. God her face is so big. She is so soft. So warm. What an amazing companion.]
He was, yeah. Three years older.
[A beat as he thinks about it. About how much to share. What's appropriate. But this is how you keep someone's memory alive, isn't it? You bring them to life in the hearts and memories of others.]
The kind of soldiers we were meant working in teams. Almost always pairs but the Wei triplets were a trio. Yancy and I were a team. Man he was always savin' my ass.
[A soft chuckle and Raleigh shakes his head a little bit before looking up at Mako.]
He was the responsible one. Older, better, more popular. He was really gifted. Everything he tried just came so easily. And when shit got hard he was this.. anchor to shore no matter what. We were so connected.
[Is that a weird thing to say without explaining it? Maybe. Does he realise? No.]
He was, yeah. Three years older.
[A beat as he thinks about it. About how much to share. What's appropriate. But this is how you keep someone's memory alive, isn't it? You bring them to life in the hearts and memories of others.]
The kind of soldiers we were meant working in teams. Almost always pairs but the Wei triplets were a trio. Yancy and I were a team. Man he was always savin' my ass.
[A soft chuckle and Raleigh shakes his head a little bit before looking up at Mako.]
He was the responsible one. Older, better, more popular. He was really gifted. Everything he tried just came so easily. And when shit got hard he was this.. anchor to shore no matter what. We were so connected.
[Is that a weird thing to say without explaining it? Maybe. Does he realise? No.]
[ It would be weird if Mako didn't kind of know what he was talking about, if he didn't kind of recognize the look on Raleigh's face. It's a look, a feeling, that reaches deep into Mako and tugs at something that's been here since Bolin was born: the knowledge that he's one of two, that he is not really alone.
Except Raleigh is, kind of. Mako isn't the type to romanticize the dead. He's too familiar with the facts of it: that someone is there and then they are gone, that the idea that the dead linger or are with you in your heart is crap because dead parents aren't around to tell you you're doing okay, or hug you, or bring you food. He is intimately familiar with the absence of people.
It's probably that recognition, and maybe the sight of Naga actually nosing close, a little bit more like her normal self, that makes him say in a quiet voice: ] I wouldn't... be here. Without Bolin.
I mean, he's all I have left. The only family. Our parents died when I was eight and it was kind of up to me to, you know, keep him from dying.
[ A soft snort. ] Bet you anything Yancy felt the same way about you. Wanted to keep you out of trouble. Or at least be there with you if you were going to get into it, you know?
[ Mako has no idea, really, the depth of Bolin's admiration, but Bolin talks about him the same way: older and better, talented, capable. Mako is only those things because he has tried to be those things, has tried to be a rock even though his brother's the earthbender. ]
Except Raleigh is, kind of. Mako isn't the type to romanticize the dead. He's too familiar with the facts of it: that someone is there and then they are gone, that the idea that the dead linger or are with you in your heart is crap because dead parents aren't around to tell you you're doing okay, or hug you, or bring you food. He is intimately familiar with the absence of people.
It's probably that recognition, and maybe the sight of Naga actually nosing close, a little bit more like her normal self, that makes him say in a quiet voice: ] I wouldn't... be here. Without Bolin.
I mean, he's all I have left. The only family. Our parents died when I was eight and it was kind of up to me to, you know, keep him from dying.
[ A soft snort. ] Bet you anything Yancy felt the same way about you. Wanted to keep you out of trouble. Or at least be there with you if you were going to get into it, you know?
[ Mako has no idea, really, the depth of Bolin's admiration, but Bolin talks about him the same way: older and better, talented, capable. Mako is only those things because he has tried to be those things, has tried to be a rock even though his brother's the earthbender. ]
[In Christmas day, Mako will find a wrapped box contaning this pretty cool lantern- it changes colour regulary. With it is a note:]
Happy Christmas, Mako. I know you already have lightning powers of your own- but this works with electrodes and gasses and a lot of complicated science. It does work as a pretty cool lamp though!
- Varian
Happy Christmas, Mako. I know you already have lightning powers of your own- but this works with electrodes and gasses and a lot of complicated science. It does work as a pretty cool lamp though!
- Varian
[ A few hours after he opens it, Mako takes a picture of the thing, glowing a quiet teal-blue in his room, and sends it to Varian. ]
Varian, this is a great gift, thank you. It makes a lot more sense to give each other gifts instead of relying on some middleman breaking into your house.
Did you make this?
Varian, this is a great gift, thank you. It makes a lot more sense to give each other gifts instead of relying on some middleman breaking into your house.
Did you make this?
[On the 25th Mako will find a gift has been left outside his door! According to the tag it's from Fern, and inside the meticulously wrapped package is a heckin' cool wood carved fire lamp.
Merry Christmas, Mako!]
Merry Christmas, Mako!]
[ Mako now has two very cool lamps in his room, and he's... sort of thrilled about it.
He didn't have things for most of his life—woke up here with his clothes and a few photos and that was about the sum total of his possessions—and so the concept is still novel. That someone got this thing for him, clearly for him, because it looks like fire, and it looks hand-carved.
Mako lights it with a small smile, places it right by his beside and turns out all the other lights, and takes a picture. It glows a quiet red in a dark room, the outline of a pillow just visible next to it.
He sends this photo to Fern a few hours later, along with: ]
Fern,
Thank you for the lamp. I've never seen anything like it. It's the perfect light to read by.
Did you make it?
I appreciate it.
-Mako
He didn't have things for most of his life—woke up here with his clothes and a few photos and that was about the sum total of his possessions—and so the concept is still novel. That someone got this thing for him, clearly for him, because it looks like fire, and it looks hand-carved.
Mako lights it with a small smile, places it right by his beside and turns out all the other lights, and takes a picture. It glows a quiet red in a dark room, the outline of a pillow just visible next to it.
He sends this photo to Fern a few hours later, along with: ]
Fern,
Thank you for the lamp. I've never seen anything like it. It's the perfect light to read by.
Did you make it?
I appreciate it.
-Mako
[ Wu texted Mako earlier that he was coming over.
Not that that's surprising. He comes over a lot. His big house is lonely and scary with all the White Walkers outside, even though they don't seem interested in attacking Wu, which he's glad for. But it's nearly the new year, and he doesn't want to spend that alone. It seems wrong.
Wu is a little nervous. He has a gift for Mako, and after the gift he received for Christmas, he knew he wanted to get his friend something for the new year, which seems a little less odd than getting Mako a gift to celebrate the birth of a god two thousand years ago on a world he'd never heard about before.
He shrugs off his top coat, slipping the small gift from its pocket. ] Happy almost new year, Mako!
Not that that's surprising. He comes over a lot. His big house is lonely and scary with all the White Walkers outside, even though they don't seem interested in attacking Wu, which he's glad for. But it's nearly the new year, and he doesn't want to spend that alone. It seems wrong.
Wu is a little nervous. He has a gift for Mako, and after the gift he received for Christmas, he knew he wanted to get his friend something for the new year, which seems a little less odd than getting Mako a gift to celebrate the birth of a god two thousand years ago on a world he'd never heard about before.
He shrugs off his top coat, slipping the small gift from its pocket. ] Happy almost new year, Mako!
[ Mako pauses in the middle of taking Wu's coat—like a good polite host, like Anna and Kristoff deserve in their own home that he still feels like he's crashing—to look at the tiny present, and then up to Wu. ]
For the New Year? You didn't have to get anything.
[ Sure, Mako has modified his recipe today to include some of the fruits he's noticed Wu likes—cherries, not a thing they have at home, and pomegranates—but he didn't actually buy Wu a gift. Should he have bought Wu a gift? When did Wu even get this? The town's full of ice zombies and mysterious blizzards and ice, and even Mako has been sticking close to home.
If this is a nice gift Mako is going to feel terrible. He already feels kind of like an idiot for not getting people gifts back to celebrate the holiday he didn't know about, even though it's a perfectly legitimate reason. ]
For the New Year? You didn't have to get anything.
[ Sure, Mako has modified his recipe today to include some of the fruits he's noticed Wu likes—cherries, not a thing they have at home, and pomegranates—but he didn't actually buy Wu a gift. Should he have bought Wu a gift? When did Wu even get this? The town's full of ice zombies and mysterious blizzards and ice, and even Mako has been sticking close to home.
If this is a nice gift Mako is going to feel terrible. He already feels kind of like an idiot for not getting people gifts back to celebrate the holiday he didn't know about, even though it's a perfectly legitimate reason. ]
[ Never a question that makes you feel safe and relaxed, really. Mako is immediately on alert. ]
Very, now that I have this gem. Why? What's going on?
Very, now that I have this gem. Why? What's going on?
Hi there, friend. How're you and Naga doing these days? Is she any better?
[ Mako is, somehow, always a little surprised when people check in on him. Maybe he's jaded, still, from a lifetime of having to prove his own worth over and over again. Maybe it's just surprising how strong the social fabric of this place is, despite all the awfulness.
Either way, he's surprised and more than a little pleased to get this, especially because he has an update. ]
Hey. She's actually doing a lot better—I think the blanket thing helped a lot. She still sleeps with Korra's jacket. Thank you for the idea.
And, we're in a new place. A new house. That must've helped, too.
Either way, he's surprised and more than a little pleased to get this, especially because he has an update. ]
Hey. She's actually doing a lot better—I think the blanket thing helped a lot. She still sleeps with Korra's jacket. Thank you for the idea.
And, we're in a new place. A new house. That must've helped, too.
[A few days before Valentine's Day Mako will find a package at his door.
It's a box of chocolates! And it comes with a handwritten note:]
Hey,
I just learned about this rad human holiday where you give people stuff if they're important to you, so I hope you like chocolate!
And if this isn't how the holiday works, sorry. I'm trying my best here.
-Fern
It's a box of chocolates! And it comes with a handwritten note:]
Hey,
I just learned about this rad human holiday where you give people stuff if they're important to you, so I hope you like chocolate!
And if this isn't how the holiday works, sorry. I'm trying my best here.
-Fern
Edited 2021-02-13 21:02 (UTC)
[ As is becoming Mako's custom with recieving gifts, he promptly—upon opening the box and reading the note and smiling to himself—takes a not-so-well-angled photo of himself with the box obscuring half his face and texts it to Fern.
Why does he do this? Is it to prove that he did in fact recieve the box? Is it to show that he is smiling because of the box? Is it because secretly Mako is like a middle-aged dad with technology?
All are possible, but no one really knows the answer. ]
Fern, thank you for the chocolates. This holiday isn't something I'd heard of before so if you were doing it wrong, I wouldn't know anyway. Wu says you're doing it correctly.
You're important to me, too.
Why does he do this? Is it to prove that he did in fact recieve the box? Is it to show that he is smiling because of the box? Is it because secretly Mako is like a middle-aged dad with technology?
All are possible, but no one really knows the answer. ]
Fern, thank you for the chocolates. This holiday isn't something I'd heard of before so if you were doing it wrong, I wouldn't know anyway. Wu says you're doing it correctly.
You're important to me, too.
I wasn't done talking to you, asshole.
Unfortunately I was done talking with you. Stay the fuck away and we are fine.
Here. Alive. 1:10 pm, windy, last thing to fall out of the sky was a spotlight.
Are you alright?
[ Because, generally speaking, Mako is Not. ]
Are you alright?
[ Because, generally speaking, Mako is Not. ]
[Mako is sitting in his home, at a table, a map of the town outstretched in front of him. He's working, trying to figure out the best place to keep caches of food. Trying to collect a surplus of supplies and information. He's lost in the task, and Wu is calling out for him outside.
A dream, so close to a memory.
But Wu isn't suddenly gone. In fact, 'Wu' is still calling out, panicked, fear in his eyes. 'Wu' is at the front door—]
Mako! Mako, help!
['Wu' knocks frantically.
There's no better way to cope with failure, than to dream of not being too late, right, Mako? Look, he's being compassionate, isn't he? You'll feel such a flood of relief, to know you weren't late this time. The other man, he doesn't vanish; he doesn't burn from the inside out; he's alive and whole and leaps to throw his arms around Mako the moment the door's open, shivering with fear.
The other man has made it home, and buries his face in the other's collar.]
Mako, he's after me! I wasn't sure if I could...!
A dream, so close to a memory.
But Wu isn't suddenly gone. In fact, 'Wu' is still calling out, panicked, fear in his eyes. 'Wu' is at the front door—]
Mako! Mako, help!
['Wu' knocks frantically.
There's no better way to cope with failure, than to dream of not being too late, right, Mako? Look, he's being compassionate, isn't he? You'll feel such a flood of relief, to know you weren't late this time. The other man, he doesn't vanish; he doesn't burn from the inside out; he's alive and whole and leaps to throw his arms around Mako the moment the door's open, shivering with fear.
The other man has made it home, and buries his face in the other's collar.]
Mako, he's after me! I wasn't sure if I could...!
Wu—!
[ Wu flinging himself into Mako’s arms is nothing new. Wu flinging himself terrified into Mako’s arms isn’t really new, either, but Mako catches at him and tugs him close and the relief is new, the knowledge that this maybe already happened (did it? he isn’t sure, he can’t be sure) is new.
He is relieved, and confused, and there is something twisting and awful inside him that eases. Wu is here. He made it in. ]
You’re okay.
[ The words are gentle, soft, as Mako tugs him back, or tries to, away from the open door.
(Hadn’t he checked, and Wu was not there? Was that the dream? Is he dreaming now?) ]
I’m not letting anyone get you, alright?
[ Wu flinging himself into Mako’s arms is nothing new. Wu flinging himself terrified into Mako’s arms isn’t really new, either, but Mako catches at him and tugs him close and the relief is new, the knowledge that this maybe already happened (did it? he isn’t sure, he can’t be sure) is new.
He is relieved, and confused, and there is something twisting and awful inside him that eases. Wu is here. He made it in. ]
You’re okay.
[ The words are gentle, soft, as Mako tugs him back, or tries to, away from the open door.
(Hadn’t he checked, and Wu was not there? Was that the dream? Is he dreaming now?) ]
I’m not letting anyone get you, alright?
sometimes i wonder if i should cw for toxic abusive relationships i s2g
endoftheverse
- 2021-04-05 00:54 (UTC) - Expandi actually bought food at McDonald's as an apology for
i did in their bathroom
it was that embarrrasssing
i did in their bathroom
it was that embarrrasssing
Was this the dating thing? Because I don't think the employees cared about that probably.
I guess you did yell loud enough they might have heard you.
Are... you okay?
I guess you did yell loud enough they might have heard you.
Are... you okay?
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