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    The camper stands, and Four’s own hand immediately darts to grip the hilt of his blade, a reflection of the stranger before them. His potential opponent doesn’t unsheathe his blade, but his gaze follows Four’s movement carefully as he twists around to keep all of them out of his blind spot.

    As he does so, Four finally gets a good look at the strangers front—and suddenly he feels sick to his stomach.

    The silver glint he saw earlier isn’t a necklace like he thought it was.

    It’s a handprint.

    It sits just underneath his chin, and with the stranger directly facing him, Four gets a clear view of the way the fingers and thumb frame his jawline, of how they curl inward. The palm of the handprint is right over the windpipe, the thumb and fingers digging into the pulse points at the curve of the jaw.

    It looks like… the stranger’s soulmate was… trying to strangle him.

    And it’s silver. That’s… that’s Four’s color.

    “Who exactly are you guys?” The camper demands, purple eyes ice cold and locked right onto Four.

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    In which soulmates are represented by colored handprints, and Four finds his mark around Legend's neck.

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    Wild sported rather extensive scarring, and most viewers would rightly question how he’d survived such an injury. However, it’s a little awkward to explain your scars come from that one time you died. But it wasn’t like that was Wild’s only near (full) death experience.

    Wild was, well… wild. He got into quite a lot of hazardous situations, and it would not be a surprise to people if he poked things many others would agree should not be poked.

    Or, Wild decides to take a more creative approach when people ask where he got his scars.

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    “Michelangelo?”

    Mikey’s head snaps up like a rubber band, so fast it hurts his neck. His father is standing in the doorway, whole and unharmed and strong. He tilts his head, taking in the probably dumb way Mikey is just standing there staring up at him.

    He’s alive. In this moment, in this memory, he’s alive. But just a minute ago he was dying, he was choking on blood and then he was gone, and no matter how many times Mikey cried for him he didn’t come back.

    Mikey’s chest feels like it’s closing around all his squishy insides like a fist. It’s really hard to breathe in a way that isn’t just desperate gulping gasps for air, so he holds his breath. It’s a good and useful thing that aquatic turtles can do it for a long time.

    “I thought you and your brothers had left already,” the rat says mildly.

    “We did? I mean, uh, yeah, we did,” Mikey says. He watches Splinter’s expression tighten in tiny inscrutable ways, and knows he didn’t do a very good job of sounding normal. So he clears his throat and finds a lopsided smile and tries again. “I just had to come back for something.”

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    Ann reaches across and slips her hand into Ren’s. There’s still no spark, no fireworks. Just a warm ease, the pleasure of having someone she likes so much a little closer, of knowing him a little better, knowing what the lines on his palm feel like under the pads of her fingers.

    Ann is used to being stared at. Ren never stares at her.

    Ann is used to needing to catalogue the things she wants and the things she doesn't, just in case she has to account for it someday. Ann is not used to being close to someone who doesn't want anything more from her. Ann isn't used to having people care about what she wants.

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    This fic is SO beautifully written. I'm in love. The relationship between Ann, Ren, and Ryuji is everything to me. The references to Ann's desires when she was younger vs now kill me. Ann's conversations with Shiho also kill me. Everything here kills me I can't even put it into words. GOD this is such a good read.

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    "You know, Daruk’s my idol,” Yunobo says. He pumps his fists in the air like a kid at a fun fair in line for the big pirate ship ride. “They say he was the coolest Goron there ever was. Plus he had a beard. I think beards are awesome.”

    “Great,” Sidon says. He stops peeling the mandarin in his hands for long enough to look up blankly at him. "Mipha was my sister."

    the age of calamity, side b.

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