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Original, three sentence fic
My friends always said I was the dependable one, the designated sober driver, the always listening ears, the shoulders to cry on. I laughed and told them it was just what a friend for.
I didn't expect myself to be the last one alive, but I would bury them all, and only by then would I rest, as it was what a friend for.
Well done and hurts just right.
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Original fantasy
"You promised me."
"I did, but what made you think you could trust me?" He leans in close, eyes narrowing dangerously, and I shove back, one hand to the center of his chest. He takes one step backward, more deliberate than stumble, and chuckles.
He promised me, promised me, he'd call me when he found my sister, and I fumed because he'd brought her back home without calling and maybe, that should've been enough for anyone else but me and him, with our history of rolling back clouds and skies and thunder and ocean waves because he was the sky overhead and I was the ocean beneath and he'd found my sister, the islands, and brought them back to me again.
But when and how and what he did in between, I'd never know because he broke his promise.
He laughs at me because he's out of reach, because despite these human bodies we wear so many times, our avatars, he is still the sky and I am still the ocean and he knows I cannot truly harm him.
But I fume, I'm angry, and I throw up enough water slowly over the course of days to fill the skies with clouds and blot him out from my sight. He gets lonely up there by himself. Well, let him be lonely. I ask my sister, and she simply shakes her head, unwilling to talk. Perhaps I'd feel the same if the earth had managed to capture me.
"I found her at the edge of the land," he finally sends me through the birds he should have called through. "She'd been there for a few days, carried away by the earth plates beneath your waves. She'd been scorched and let the earth carry her, lest she drown."
She'd feared me. I reel, but there he has told me what he'd kept quiet, and maybe as I sit beneath my waves, I understand why he said nothing.
I go to my sister and toss spray at her shore. She looks at me with wide, bright eyes.
"I will never drown you. Though I put out the fires on your soil, I promise, I will always take my waters away again."
She looks at me and after a long, long moment, I think I catch the edge of her smile. It's not a pleased one, but there is forgiveness in it after all. "He told you."
"You asked him not to."
"I told him not to. I didn't trust him to obey."
Why did I ever think I could trust him? Because he promised to fetch my sister, he promised to call when he found her, because he could see further, go beyond anywhere my waters would reach, because he got lonely up there where none of my sisters went. "I'm sorry," I tell her.
She shakes her head but takes my hand. She has forgiven me.
It is my turn to draw back the clouds in the heavens and reclam my waters again.