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bookbending) wrote2020-06-26 01:54 am
bookbending) wrote2020-06-26 01:54 am
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[For the past few nights, Korra's been woken up by nightmares. This isn't unusual; she still has nightmares about Amon at least a few times a month.
But these aren't her nightmares. They're Aang's. Memories from his childhood, when Prince Zuko was trying to capture him. She'd always known that the old Fire Lord and the Avatar had been enemies, but Master Katara had never gone into detail about it. Seeing Aang's memories of it was horrifying.
She's curled up in the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot chocolate and resting her head on her knees.]
What are you trying to tell me, Aang? Or do you just not want me to sleep?
But these aren't her nightmares. They're Aang's. Memories from his childhood, when Prince Zuko was trying to capture him. She'd always known that the old Fire Lord and the Avatar had been enemies, but Master Katara had never gone into detail about it. Seeing Aang's memories of it was horrifying.
She's curled up in the kitchen, nursing a cup of hot chocolate and resting her head on her knees.]
What are you trying to tell me, Aang? Or do you just not want me to sleep?
[It's still dark when Jinora wakes up. She isn't sure what woke her; she can't remember any dreams and everything in the room is quiet. Something isn't quite right, though...
The girl heads for the kitchen to get a drink on silent feet, stopping in her tracks when she hears Korra. Jinora peers into the kitchen.]
Korra? What're you doing?
The girl heads for the kitchen to get a drink on silent feet, stopping in her tracks when she hears Korra. Jinora peers into the kitchen.]
Korra? What're you doing?
You didn't.
[Korra is so bad at hiding things. Jinora sits with her, worried in spite of any efforts to dissuade worry.]
You didn't answer my question, either.
[Korra is so bad at hiding things. Jinora sits with her, worried in spite of any efforts to dissuade worry.]
You didn't answer my question, either.
No thank you.
[She makes herself comfortable and looks more than ready to listen.]
Do you want to talk about the dream?
[She makes herself comfortable and looks more than ready to listen.]
Do you want to talk about the dream?
[She takes a long sip of her drink as she tries to figure out where to even begin.]
It was a memory from Aang's childhood. When Firelord Zuko was trying to capture him.
[She doesn't feel right, going into more details than that. Some of the dreams were pretty graphic.]
It was a memory from Aang's childhood. When Firelord Zuko was trying to capture him.
[She doesn't feel right, going into more details than that. Some of the dreams were pretty graphic.]
[She draws her legs up, a bit cold in the dark kitchen.]
Is he trying to tell you something?
Is he trying to tell you something?
Weeeell... you could always meditate on it.
C'mon, Korra. You need to cultivate your spiritual awareness.
[Puppy eyes!]
[Puppy eyes!]
[She looks so pleased.]
Let me come up with a lesson plan! I'll get back to you.
Let me come up with a lesson plan! I'll get back to you.
[Korra gets a hug, because getting to help the Avatar? So much the coolest thing ever. Dad would be proud.]
Okay! [oh, but] Are you going back to sleep soon?
Okay! [oh, but] Are you going back to sleep soon?
[She hasn't been given any respite from nightmares since Aang intervened during the curse. The variety is almost impressive; the City has given her plenty of fuel over the past 10 months.
She wakes up with a choked scream. The nightmare flees to the recesses of her mind, leaving only scattered remnants of images -- hands on her body, a pair of fangs, the slice of a knife and a bone-chilling cold. She pulls her blanket tightly around her, shivering even in the warmth of her room. Trying to muster up the courage to leave her bed and sneak out to see Naga. The polar bear dog's presence doesn't keep the nightmares at bay, but her warmth at least staves off their chill.
Focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. She inhales, exhales, counting each breath and hoping she didn't wake anyone with her scream.]
She wakes up with a choked scream. The nightmare flees to the recesses of her mind, leaving only scattered remnants of images -- hands on her body, a pair of fangs, the slice of a knife and a bone-chilling cold. She pulls her blanket tightly around her, shivering even in the warmth of her room. Trying to muster up the courage to leave her bed and sneak out to see Naga. The polar bear dog's presence doesn't keep the nightmares at bay, but her warmth at least staves off their chill.
Focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out. She inhales, exhales, counting each breath and hoping she didn't wake anyone with her scream.]
[Jinora is a light sleeper. Korra's scream, no matter how muffled, rouses her. Rubbing her eyes sleepily, the girl makes her way to Korra.]
Korra? Did you have another dream?
Korra? Did you have another dream?
[The girl crawls onto Korra's bed and snuggles up to her, not believing that smile for a second. She's not dumb.]
Must've been some dream. [She hesitates.] Do you want to talk about it?
Must've been some dream. [She hesitates.] Do you want to talk about it?
[The little girl isn't Naga, but she's nearly as warm. Korra wraps her arms around Jinora and rests her chin on the top of her head.
Do you want to talk about it? Yes. No. She doesn't know.]
I honestly don't remember that much about it. It's just fragments of images and feeling cold. [The cold of being City dead, though Korra will never tell Jinora that. She doesn't want to talk about those few weeks she spent as a walking corpse. It's too painful and brings up too many frightening questions that she would rather not think about.] I'm sorry I woke you.
Do you want to talk about it? Yes. No. She doesn't know.]
I honestly don't remember that much about it. It's just fragments of images and feeling cold. [The cold of being City dead, though Korra will never tell Jinora that. She doesn't want to talk about those few weeks she spent as a walking corpse. It's too painful and brings up too many frightening questions that she would rather not think about.] I'm sorry I woke you.
[Jinora gets very still.]
Do you remember any of the fragments, or why you were cold? [She sighs in response to Korra's apology.] It's okay. I'd rather be awake than finding out you're having bad dreams alone.
Do you remember any of the fragments, or why you were cold? [She sighs in response to Korra's apology.] It's okay. I'd rather be awake than finding out you're having bad dreams alone.
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