I dreamed I was dying [closed]

[shadepossessed]

Who: Kainé and Sharak Sanzo.
What: No Boys Allowed camping trip.
Where: Aditi's temple, and then nebulous camping spot.
Why: Kainé gets back a memory and the pair take a vacation to deal.
When: June 14.
Warnings: Language, talk of discrimination/bullying, suicidal ideation.

[Fuck. She's staring at a goddamn rooster and crying. It was hard not to, when she'd suddenly been struck with the thought of a weathervane spinning its bird-shaped head wildly with the breeze.

If the beak turns east, I go home. If it stays west, then I... I...

Kainé pushes herself to her feet, hastily wiping the trail that had already made its way to her chin, and then makes a silent retreat to the room they had set aside for her instead of the wide, open area of the temple she slept in. These kinds of feelings weren't necessarily what she'd had in mind when she made the request for somewhere private -- she hadn't known something like this was even possible then -- but like hell she wanted to deal with Sharak or Goten finding her first thing while she's still processing it.

East? ...Really?

She could hardly believe it now any more than she had back then, but she was stubborn that way. And now at least she could pinpoint where her stubbornness had come from.

Go home? Yeah, that's a funny joke for someone with dead parents and no home to go to.

...Well, she'd found a home. And she had a home now, too. She looks down, a little surprised to find a cigarette lit between her fingers, the smoke coiling around her, but it's with a small laugh that she accepts it. Of course she'd done something foolish like that to calm herself down. Of course the harshness of it was comforting, just as that old woman -- Grandma, she'd been her grandmother -- chastising her for being stupid had been.. When had it become so entwined with all that cozy shit like safety, home, and...?

Mmn. It probably didn't matter. What mattered was that the feeling was there, and real. That the memory was there, and real. Now that her eyes were dry and she could think enough to bring her hand away from her head where the memory of a wound had tried to convince her of pain, Kainé could take a breath. In. Out. In...]

...Hey Aditi, [she murmurs on the next exhale, relying on that bond rather than her voice, even if she's pleased to find it comes out as solid even as soft as it is. She rolls the cigarette between her fingertips and pushes aside the curtain that served as the feeble door. There was something more there than just the promise she'd made to tell Sharak if this ever happened, now. What a pain.] Your Hanaki needs you.

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[bussounoshima]

[It isn't grief that grips Sharak with no warning, not exactly. Part of it must be, she thinks calmly as she carefully compartmentalizes the foreign feelings apart from her own. But not just that. Whatever it is, it's something powerful and Sharak only has one shinki to credit for it now.

She doesn't run off after her immediately. There's no sting of blight and Kainé is safe within the temple barrier, so it can't be urgent. Instead Sharak finishes making her cup of tea in the kitchen, the only alteration to her behaviour that she makes a second cup alongside it. A few minutes and she's walking through the temple, towards Kainé's private area, only to stop mid-way down the hall as the curtain opens before she even gets there.]

... That's convenient. [She steps neatly inside.] I accidentally made too much tea.