gaysharks | but you force yourself to choose.

[it was a pretty normal day for sousuke. well, as normal as it could get in a hellhole like haven. anyway- it was the pretty standard bump and grind for him. wake up, go out and scavenge for food, and survive. some of that was hard to do with the difficult curve balls haven would throw out at them all, but, you had to adapt to them in order to survive. and that's what sousuke was good at. adapting. especially since his arm wasn't that much of an issue with him anymore.

he woke up today as he normally would have any other day. as slowly as possible. the annoying alarm clock would beep at him annoyingly in an attempt to wake him up for the new day. nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he rolled out of bed. or, at least that's what he thought. he got out of bed, stood up, and stretched slowly.

as he did this he notices that the top bunk is actually occupied by someone (you bet your ass he took the bottom bunk after rin left.) else. and upon further notice he realizes that the person has the exact same hair color as his best friend....

hm....]

Threaded | Flat

[ rin sleeps fitfully. it's not an uncommon occurrence; despite his rigorous training schedule, he's often had difficulty sleeping.

still, there's a strangeness that he can't shake off, even after he's cracked his eyes open. the ceiling is too close. the air smells like iron and damp wood, like something rotting. it's familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, and then --

--haven.

the fight. the memory loss. haru, dying. sousuke, holding his shoulder, teeth gritted.

everything comes back to him in a rush. rin shoots up, his forehead narrowly missing the ceiling. no.

not again.

but it's when he looks down at catches the pale gaze directed up at him; that's why the blood rushes from rin's face.

sousuke looks wan and thin and tired. like rin had, once, before he'd been pulled away from this place. he looks like everything that rin had never wanted him to be, and yet -- yet, he'd been a part of the problem.

korra's voice is strong and soft at the back of his mind, but his mind is too much of a jumble. he can't pick out the threads of reason amongst the tangle of anger and fear and guilt. ]

Hey.

[ it's a murmur, barely over a whisper. ]

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