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Posted on February 10, 2018 at 07:28:53 PM by aura
TW: Aura's posts invariably contain strong death themes.
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.
These days, most people regarded Aura with a sense of distance, if not wariness or outright fear. Living people, anyway. Benders were remarkably cautious not only about death, but also about dead people. She’d been dead too long to remember what that felt like. The only benders who were fine with dead people were typically mediums, and even they handled Aura with care.
That was, until she met Bohdi. Never one to exercise perfect facial control, Aura’s forehead creased and her lips parted slightly in response to receiving applause for her costume changes. Normally that just weirded people out. Perhaps she should be starting to get used to Bohdi’s unusual and often erratic behaviour, but the excitable woman seemed to have the ability to top her own records for oddity. It was like hanging around a stand-up comedian: one would expect frequent jokes, but still laugh every time no matter how much one tries to prepare with a straight face.
Bohdi moved between the cracks, narrating the contents of each one out loud. Aura remained where she was, watching her, keeping her scythe firm in her grip. From what she could see, Bohdi’s narrations were only partially accurate. The shark/penguin mix up was fairly tame compared to some of the things the lion-woman claimed she was glimpsing from the corner of her eye. Some of the descriptions were fantastical; others surprisingly mundane for someone so vibrant in every other way.
Time was immaterial in the Realm Between Realms, just as it was in the Realm of the Dead. Aura had no idea how much had passed before Bohdi exclaimed loudly and pointed into one of the cracks, her gleaming golden eyes turning back to the Reaper. Aura crossed the distance between them and peered into the crack, eyes narrowed. It certainly looked like a lioness figurine, lying sadly at the bottom of a lonely, water-logged pit. It could be an ocean trench or perhaps just a puddle distorted by the limited view through the crack. She shrugged and stepped back.
“You should be able to just jump through. This is something you must do alone, though; I’ll wait here.” She fiddled with her staff, rolling it around between her fingers. “When you need me to bring you home, just call for me. I’ll watch from here.”
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.
Replies:
- i don't wanna die - By bohdi February 24, 2018 at 06:30:27 AM
- everyone around you was corrupted - By aura March 17, 2018 at 11:47:23 PM
- Gotcha - By Thorn December 22, 2017 at 04:28:50 PM
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