everyone around you was corrupted, bohdi and morgana

TW: Aura's posts invariably contain strong death themes.

For I had believed what I was sold, I did all the things that I was told
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.

Instinctively, Aura held her breath when she ‘teleported’ underwater. Technically, it wasn’t teleporting, since she didn’t have any magic of her own anymore; she had to slash the fabric of the universe open with her scythe and jump through the resulting death portal. Also, technically, she didn’t need to hold her breath since she was already dead. Habit. Unless she could die the second death from drowning? That seemed more unpleasant than the way she’d died last time – jumping through a death portal into the Realm of the Dead from the centre of the Earth.

She appeared in the water seconds after Bohdi called, pale pink lips pinched together, white-grey hair and icy blue robes floating around her as if she was a spectre. Which, in a way, she was. Her small, grey-white fingers closed over the mako’s rough fin, nails digging in to try and secure a grip. The current and the shark tugged her along through the dark water. Ordinarily Aura’s robes felt weightless, but now they seemed to drag her back. She slashed hastily at the water in front of Bohdi, but didn’t have much of an opportunity to do anything else before the current flung them both through the portal. A fraction of a second later, the shark, the Reaper and a metric ton of seawater all crashed simultaneously onto the floor of Morgana’s apartment.

It was, single-handedly, the most unceremonious entrance Aura had ever had, including the time she’d been brought back to life and instantly run out of the room to throw up. The scythe was ripped from her grasp and spun across the now-wet floor, slicing the bottom off one of the legs of a coffee table. As soon as it left her grip, Aura’s soaking blue Reaper robes shifted into a soaking grey tank top and shorts, the same clothes she’d died in. She was partially pinned under Bohdi for a moment until the latter shifted back into fairy form, enabling Aura to clamber to her bare feet, gasping. She probably didn’t need to breathe either, being dead, but as with holding her breath, old habits were hard to break. Staggering across the room, she reached down to swipe up her magic staff again, praying that when it shifted her back into her robes they’d be dry. Fortunately, by some miracle, they were. Her hair and face were still wet when she swept the hood down, but no damp patches formed on the blue robes. Yet.

Her breathing back under control, Aura wordlessly held her hand out to Bohdi, her penetrating blue eyes fixed on the cause of all this mess: the plastic lioness toy. When the latter passed it over, Aura studied it carefully before tossing it back.

“You’re a student of the Abeo, the transmogrification branch of magic.” She twisted the scythe in her hand, deliberately ignoring Morgana behind her. “I believe that’s my services over?”

A u r a
They thought I was weak, but I am strong; they sold me the world but they were wrong
And now that I'm back, I still belong.

image by ankur sharma at flickr.com


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