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facets —

“Don’t give up,” he urged her—this almost-queen, this tired and lost and scared woman who could not hear him, as she cried her diamond tears and pounded her clenched fists against the slamming doors—because even the most brilliant diamond only becomes so through pressure and polish, and so Anna would be okay, Elsa would be okay, even if everything was wrong.

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butterfly —

Toothiana watches as Jack takes flight, allowing her smile to slip wistful—if only the Jack of ten years ago could see himself now—and pushes down the bittersweet sadness and pride of letting someone go and trusting them to grow on their own.

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acupuncture —

They send him to every homeopathic grandma, every apothecary, every healer in Republic City, but no matter how many sessions they charge him for, no matter how many needles they stick him with, no matter how he grits his teeth or begs or quakes or lies in restless wait, the water of the world does not, will not, cannot heed his call—and likely never will again.

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halloween —

“Get down, I said—” came the harsh whisper, fierce and feral and terrified, and in the next instant Korra found herself on the ground, choking on the musty smell of soured wine that stained the long, pale fingers covering her mouth; it was only as she inhaled a dizzying, putrid breath to scream that she realized the witch hunters were marching past—Noatak at the front, torches ablaze, casting menacing shadows in the forest, calling for blood—and Korra knew, suddenly, just whose shaking arms were around her.

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separated —

‘witchcraft,’ they hissed, like a curse they so feared, spitting like snakes, spreading like a merciless pyre, but they don’t know—they don’t know—that the strong powerful fearless woman they stole from korra’s hideaway is not the one who controls the essence of the earth, who sings with the fire they mean to feed her to, and what they don’t know—they don’t know—can kill them.

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low —

A sound escapes him, guttural and low—her hand slips down to the button of his jeans, his mind explodes against the rear passenger door—and then he is sucking in air through a gasping mouth, and Korra’s—her mouth, on his throat—and Tahno, on his back in the backseat of his own car—and just when he thought he couldn’t sink any lower—she does.

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glasses —

Tahno watched the glasses of champagne reach high toward the night sky, wishing the Avatar and her beloved all the very best; he raised his own into the air (heavy arm, heavy heart) and wondered why he felt so weak.

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bootleg —

“Not to your taste, love?” he smirks through rum-stained breath, a sinful sweetness to match the salt on the ocean’s nightly breeze; she digs her heels into the sand and glares, but says nothing, and Korra—with eyes made of sea, heart made of stone, soul made of fire—tilts her head back and takes another mighty swig from the filthy bottle, simply out of spite.

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