Last Straw

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

She went straight to the Sensoriums. Her feelings were all over the place, and she had to get away from people right now. She remembered all too well what happened to Alex when he lost Luna: she knew she had to find a way to take her aggression out. There was pain and self loathing and unspeakable things she was sorting through, but right now it was nothing but anger she was feeding on. She closed her eyes when she entered, concentrating on the enemies she;s fought while she'd been on the ship.

The Terminators. The T-Rex. The Nightmare King's monster minions. The traps Hal had laid for them. They came one at a time but Katara was ready, steeling herself to calmly maneuver out of the traps, to find a way to take down the terminator most efficiently, and those alone took more than a few hours. It was when she got to the nightmare King's minions, however, that Katara stopped being cautious. Now she ripped into them, stabbing at them with ice shards and freezing them on the spot before blowing through them, and slowly her determined face gave away to that of rage. As she started to remember their fights, their hugs, their talks, she switched to the Bene Gesserit fighting style, her hits were starting to get more serious, leaving many injured in her wake, though she received a few cuts herself. When she was done an hour later, it faded, all of it, and she was left in water, where she had heard Sokka once talk to Toph about how she'd been like a mother to her, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She let out a scream, primal and pained.

"WHY?! WHY BRING HIM HERE JUST TO TAKE HIM AWAY?! ALL THIS TIME, JUST TO TAKE HIM AND NOT HAVE AANG HERE AND MAKE ZUKO FORGET WHAT WE ALL DID?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?"

And she dissolved into tears here, the sun sinking into the clouds and leaving a dark, lonely pond.

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[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

That absence of fear, that presence of utmost trust even now, can still surprise him. There's still a part of him that remains jaded, guarded and even cynical, survivalistic. It is however, held at bay as if caged up in the presence of all this.

Within, the newest tree sprouts another branch. He'd learned long ago to associate people with thinsgs, sensations, to pinpoint who was whome.
Katara brings to mind a stilled lake and sakura blossoms. Billy? A deep, roaring sea and the rarest of a blue lotus. It is these two that he reaches out to meet.

[morphitudinous]

Billy takes a deep breath to absorb everything around them. He feels their presence in the bond, reaching deep into his soul. Both of their lights on the soulscape platform are burning brightly.

There's no room for anything but trust and love here, and that's just fine by him.