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She let herself in, as usual. His house was never locked for her. Hell, there was little security of any sort that she could see. Dre just said that anyone ignorant enough to break in would get what was coming to them. She knew he could back that up. She went to his office and it was empty. Then she checked her watch. She was ten minutes early. He was probably in his music room.
The sound of the piano keys rang into her as she climbed the winding stairs. And there he was, back to her, head hunched down as if barely staying awake. She stood in the doorway listening. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine that she was in a concert hall; he was that good. Who knows what their lives would have been like if he hadn’t gone to prison. Or if he’d realized his own strength when saving her from their father. Or if people had never developed such dangerous abilities at all. Watching him just then felt like she was visiting an alternate universe, where Dre was the same but everything around him had changed. And soon the visit would end. She’d return to the Dre she’d always loved. And feared for.
The music ended. He spoke without turning.
“Hey Potato Head.”
“How’d you sleep?”
He turned to face her, grinning.
“Not me. But fuck it. Oh yeah, I hope you’re not mad at me.” For missing her last fight, he’d meant.
“It’s whatever. I know that dude was there you didn’t want to see or whatever.”
“No, Alexis, it’s not ‘whatever’. You know I wouldn’t miss you unless I had to. I heard Jake Jones was going, and if I had gone that night I would’ve killed him. In the middle of everybody.”
“Dre, it’s whatever like I said. If I was gonna be mad about something it’d be how you keep me in the dark about half of what you’re doing.”
“More than half, honestly. But that changes now.”
For the last two years she had been his financial advisor, primarily helping with investment decisions and fiscal management. He’d deliberately kept her out of his plans, to protect her. She understood that. But now that was changing?
“You’re gonna meet some of my guys.” He stood and walked downstairs. She followed.
“Why? And why now?”
“You should be proud of me, sis. I’m finally accepting that I need a little help.”
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The next morning Alexis woke up before her alarm. After a couple of minutes the previous evening returned to her, and she breathed in deeply. Exhaled. She had an hour before she’d need to go to work.
The kitchen, it seemed, was not the same kitchen. The silence was not the same. All of it was aftermath. And hardly anything had even happened! she thought. She kissed me once. And tied her to her seat without the use of her hands. And spoon fed her. And whispered in her ear. Fuck. Not to mention that she couldn’t fall asleep that night until she’d pleasured herself, with Keira forefront in her mind. First time for that, too. First time thinking about any woman that way. It didn’t matter. The evening and all of its perfect could not be undone. The wine could not un-pour itself from Keira’s mouth. The carpet could not un-walk her. The echo of her knock could not be dissolved from the door. All of that was hers, now. Keira had given it to her.
But then she’d left.
Sitting at the dining room table, she returned to the talk they’d had at the park that night. She remembered Keira’s voice when she talked about drowning in the lake; her voice sounded almost content, though she was probably resigned. She seemed to be carrying so much within her like dead weight. Like stones in her pocket while walking into a river. Yet she was still very alive. Alexis was beginning to understand who she was dealing with. And maybe falling for. This is gonna be hard, she thought. She might fuck me up.
I’m sorry but if you hate on Katara for some reason, you at least have to admit
She is a good waterbender
listen here. Katara is not just a good water bender, she is a master. at 14. not only that, she went from having only a loose control of her abilities to fucking showing down an actual teacher of the art form in a year or less.
not to mention just the amount of growth and development of her character in Book one alone is astronomical.
not only that but she isn’t just a fighter, shes one of the BEST healers that has EVER been seen in the water tribe. her abilities are amazing and at the beginning of the series, she couldn’t even keep hold of a fish.
i think it says a lot about people with undeveloped potential.
ALWAYS respect Katara.
If you don’t like Katara I probably don’t like you
I agree with all of this, but I still say Toph is my favorite bender. She is master among masters.
If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself.
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No lie, this is the kind of ish that Shannon and I were going to make, back in ‘07/’08, before the coma/passing. That was back when I still played piano. I can at least imagine now.
’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.
When you’re 45th in civil liberties, 19th in economic freedom, and #1 in prisoners per capita, I think it’s officially time to stop bragging about being the “freest country on earth”–and maybe time to start thinking about how to rebuild that image.
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