#043 answers

[the-one-and-only-043]

[The person on the roof was sitting on the edge, kicking their feet back and forth and staring up at the stars.]

"...It's really pretty tonight."

(it's @phoenix-and-found-family requesting another adorable scene between these two)

[043 sits down next to Phoenix, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out.]

It is. Can't see the stars back home, it's usually too smoggy.

[They pull one out, offering a second to Phoenix.]

Want one?

[fantasywritten]

@depictedblue asked: Morning Sex or Evening Sex? // Alyssa

“MORNING SEX. It’s the best way to start the day, innit?”

[not-that-dillinger]

New Country, Same Old Job

/* Responding to this open starter: */

@pocket-sized-lawyer

When Encom opened an office in Japan, Ed gladly jumped at the opportunity to go. Somewhere new to live for a change, new people to meet, and a whole ocean between him and his father and Mackey. What wasn't to like. Maybe for once he could just be Ed, and not the son of the guy who famously stole IP from the guy who was CEO in the 80's.

That, of course, meant learning a whole new language, and adjusting to a whole new culture, but... Ed could manage.

Between getting settled in to his situation, and for some reason everyone everyone at the office deciding they needed every moment of his time for the past week, Ed needed quiet. Just a few hours to get his own work done, rather than putting out everyone else's fires for them. He also... hadn't had much chance to explore his new city yet, so this was a decent excuse.

The coffee shop was far enough away from his office that his coworkers weren't likely to find him here, but close enough that he could still walk back quickly if there was an actual emergency that needed his attention.

It had also been fairly empty when he first came in.

Now it was packed, he noted as he looked up at the young man from his computer screen.

Ed really, really, did not want to have to deal with people today, but... all the tables were occupied, and while he still was not inclined to head back to his office or home for the day, the seat was unoccupied. To deny someone a seat would have been mean.

He smiled warmly. "Yes, go ahead," he said in stilted, awkward Japanese, and gestured to the chair with an open hand.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 043 !

your hotel room was too pretty to cry in.

the golden california sunset stramed through floor-to-ceiling windows , spilling across white sheets and velvet curtains, gilding everything in soft light. outside, los angeles hummed in that hazy, dreamlike way it always did, palm trees swaying against a sky so pink it looked painted. but inside, wrapped in a plush hotel robe you hadn't bothered to tie properly, everything felt hollow.

you hadn't moved much all day.

morning yoga? nope.

skyr + fruits ritual in the morning? forgotten.

30 min cardio session? not today.

you'd skipped the press event, let your manager's calls go to voicemail, muted all notifications. your phone sat on your chest as you lay sprawled across the bed, scrolling. not through instagram, but through your camera roll.

every picture hurt more than the last.

and you know it was self-sabotage, you know that it was dumb and pointless and pathetic, but still, you couldn't stop. because every picture was him. sae itoshi, in stolen moments you never realized were so fragile.

his hand in yours on the beach of rhodos. blurry polaroids from that one weekend in milan. him mid-blink, mid-bite, mid-sigh, all saved like little prayers in your gallery. reminders of a version of him no one knew. yours.

sae, half-smiling as he cooked in your kitchen. sae, asleep in your lap on a rainy afternoon. sae, blurry and beautiful and yours - or so you thought.

you could barely breathe looking at them. the ache in your chest wasn't sharp. it was slow, steady, awful, like a bruise that never faded. your throat burned when you reached that video. the one where he was watching you read, and you didn't even know he was recording. you were mouthing the words. he was laughing softly behind the camera.

you loved him. no, worse - you still did.

so you blocked him the night the photos dropped.

him and her. lanlan. kissing.

your heart had cracked then. not it just felt numb. the silence in your room was deafening, until someone rang the doorbell.

you blinked, disoriented, heart skipping once before you swung your legs off the bed and padded across the room. no room service was scheduled. no one knew your room number.

you opened the door.

sae.

standing there, hair slightly messy like he'd run his hands through it too many times. black shirt, black jeans, a huge bouquet of flowers in his arms. his eyes searched yours the second they met.

you slammed the door. or, well, tried to. because his foot was already wedged in the gap, stopping it from closing.

"please," he said, voice tight and low, more raw than you'd ever heard it. "don't shut me out. just let me talk."

you leaned your forehead against the cool edge of the door. your fingers clenched the handle. your heart pounded.

"you shouldn't be here," you said.

"i know, but i'm here now."

you wanted to scream. or cry. or disappear into the carpet. instead, you stood there, frozen.

"i didn't cheat on you," he said.

you winced. "don't start."

"i mean it. i know how it looked, but it's not what you think."

you didn't answer. he pressed the bouquet into your hands. peonies, eucalyptus, tulips, roses, little wildflowers you didn't recognize - all dewy and fresh, wrapped in parchment paper. beautiful, just like the boy who brought them.

"lanlan's not what you think either," he added quietly. "our moms... they were best friends. when we were kids, they used to say we'd grow up and get married. especially mine. she kept pushing this idea, said lanlan and i would make a perfect couple."

you stared at the flowers, pulse thrumming in your ears.

"so i tried," he said. "to be a good son. i dated her for a while. even though i never loved her. i didn't even like her that way. when i broke it off, she didn't take it well. she disappeared for years."

his voice cracked slightly, like saying it brought the guilt back.

"when she came back, she was different. obsessive. i didn't know how to handle it, so i ignored it. tried to be polite, but she twisted everything. and then that night happened, and the photo got out, and... you were just gone."

your eyes burned.

"i should've told you from the start," he said. "i should've been honest about all of it. but i didn't. and that's on me. but i swear to you, y/n, nothing ever happened. not with her."

your grip on the bouquet tightened. he looked tired. not physically, no, he was still painfully handsome, even like this. but emotionally, like he hadn't slept in days. like he hadn't been himself without you.

"i don't want to lose you," he said softly. "not like this."

a beat passed. then another. the air between you shimmered with something.

and then, you stepped back, just a little. not a yes. not a no. just enough to let him know the door wasn't locked anymore.

chapter 042 > here > chapter 044

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[marvelousazula]

Mood

Prompt #043 from 100 Days of Azutara Drabbles Challenge | masterlist | modern au, established relationship, cw: implied mental health issues

Sometimes Azula had a mind-numbing bad day, followed by multiple unpleasant but bearable days. It could be tough. But not as exhausting as when she had days and days that she could almost bedrot. A couple of weeks in which there was nothing Katara could do other than try to make sure she was still drinking water and didn’t starve herself.

It was easy for Katara to feel like she was the worst girlfriend in the world even if it wasn’t something they couldn’t control. Trying to force help onto her would make it worse, a heartbreaking situation.

But Azula had been getting better, with the therapy and medication and a support system. (It also made it a little easier for Katara, knowing she wasn’t the only one that wanted nothing but Azula to heal, keep making progress). A slow process, it had downs, but still a process moving forward and Katara couldn’t help being proud of all the progress Azula has made recently.

The last few weeks had been tough, Azula had finally got enough energy to get off bed. She had been really talking again and last night, she even cooked them a simple dinner. Simple but it was still better than how she acted when her mood was down. So Katara decided to give her a little bit more help.

Something that seemed to cheer Azula up was one of their silly little dates in downtown Republic City. It was adorable, in Katara’s opinion, that Azula was all stoic and cold, but actually loved to do silly little things with her girlfriend. 

It was just a walk, getting an ice cream and maybe some flowers, nothing much more than that. Katara was aware that just being together in peace was special enough, Azula seemed to think all their time together was special. Adorable, lovely girlfriend. (Really, Katara would never get tired for calling Azula her girlfriend). It was really cute, Katara had expected that basically a princess would need more than just quality time together to be satisfied by their dates.

“Where are we going?” Azula had the cute little frown she always had when she was confused. 

“I know how last days had been… rough. So I’m taking you out,” Azula flushed red when she got a cheek kiss. “Is that alright?”

“Everything we do is alright.”

“Good answer, babe.”

It didn’t matter for how long they’ve been in a relationship, there was always a hint of surprised when Katara did this kind of simple, but nice thing for her. I twas sadder than adorable, but Katara could handle all heartbreak for Azula’s sake.

[eod-agent-13-12]

The Tipping Point

After several difficult days, Agent 13-12 wasn't feeling like themself. Agent 043 and Agent Wyvern come to the rescue.

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"Flor!" Trevor came to the desk with a smile, only to pause upon seeing their sister's expression. "Are you okay? Is there something wrong? What happened?"

13-12 shook their head, still shivering as they covered their ears with their hands. They were fighting so hard to stop the tears, shoulders shaking as the squeaks barely escaped their mouth. Their eyes stung as the air made contact with the small bites formed from the cracks in their composure. Their hands felt clammy in their gloves, damp from the inside and out.

"Flor? What's going on? You're worrying us." Slow heavy steps echoed in the room for a few seconds, changing direction or two. They opened their arms for a few moments. Mismatched eyes trembled as their sister did not turn their chair towards him. Still, they wrapped their arms around the elder in a tight embrace.

Their shaking stopped, head and torso nudging closer to Trevor's body. Their blanched face started regaining color.

"Flor, do you want me to call Leo?" They whispered, careful not to raise their voice to avoid startling them.

"... Please." They mumbled, burying their head on their shoulder as they took in a deep breath.

Gentle hands carded their hair, pulling 13-12 into a lull as their free arm embraced their sibling.

"It'll be alright. We're here for you." Trevor's fingers soon gathered strands, braiding the red streaks like they always did.

13-12 refused to answer, only clinging to their jacket tighter.

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"Kid? What happened?" Leo rushed in, hair ruffled by the haste they went in.

"I think Flor had a bad day... or several." Trevor finished braiding 13-12's hair, eyes furrowing with worry as they turned to their brother.

043 soon approached the pair, gently prying 13-12 off Trevor to make them more comfortable, not staying in the chair.

The couch was a better option anyway.

"H-huh? Hi, Leo."

"Flor, sorry. Did I wake you?"

They gently shook their head. "No. It's... alright. Just had a couple of bad days. I think I'm running on fumes. Also, I did things that didn't turn out so well."

"What happened?" 043 adjusted their grip, seeing 13-12 squirming a bit.

"... I was unprepared in a fight. I botched a mission. I almost had it. But I only managed to barely escape getting captured. The intel was right there."

"We all have failed missions, 13." 043 settled 13-12's chin on their shoulder, patting their back slightly.

"I'd been stuck there for a long time. I think it's been days since... my Zoraxis... I had to take a few hits since it would accidentally reveal that something fishy's going on if I'm too unscathed."

"Did you get yourself checked?"

They TK'ed a small bag onto their desk, opening to reveal the prescriptions.

"How bad does it hurt?'

"... I feel so numb, not hurt." They mumbled, feeling the warmth from 043's body. "I should've... I really should've trained my combat skills more."

"Florian..." They sighed, looking at Trevor with a pained expression. "It's alright. At least you made it safely. We all have our limits, you know?"

"... I should've been-"

"Florian." 043 practically hissed out their name. "If you're talking about being stronger, walking away already showed it. You managed to get out of there."

Before 13-12 could make another retort, 043 had settled on the couch. "I'm not hearing you say another negative word against yourself, got it?"

"... Got it." Brown eyes brimming with tears met golden ones spilling with severity. "I'm not crying. I'm not..."

Leo's fists were clenched slightly, eyes meeting Trevor's for an unspoken agreement. "Would you like us to-"

"No! Don't... Don't do anything, please." They clung to them, preventing the other from getting up. "... I need you, both of you, to be with me right now. No going to Zoraxis. Just... us cuddling for a while."

"... Alright." They sighed, gesturing their youngest to come closer. "A cuddle pile, then." They smiled when the cuddle pile was formed, making sure the upset bird was in the midst of them.

"... Thank you." Florian smiles for the first time today, showing off the tiny dimples on their cheeks. "You two..." They settled onto the cuddle pile a bit more. "... Can we practice combat soon?"

"Of course. Right, kiddo?"

"Yeah! We'll help you."

"... Thanks, you two."

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... I finally finished this! It's been in my WIPs for months. Hope you enjoyed this!

Agent 014 / Trevor belongs to @phoenix-and-found-family

Agent 043 belongs to @the-one-and-only-043

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[sansloii]

043. ig and koko :)

The night is peaceful and mostly quiet, with a soft breeze slipping through whatever cracks and openings they could find. The ocean made those winds that much cooler and they carried the smell of salt and fresh air with them. As used it it as the queen is… she always stopped and just enjoyed it for what it was. It offered a moment for her to pause in whatever thoughts she had — whatever troubles began to grip her — and just… breathe.

Much like how the tides rose and fell, as the currents ebbed and flowed, she took that moment to find that rhythm that slipped through her fingers. She found… that was best accomplished at night or, obviously, when she was left in peace. To have all three, at once, and having the clarity of mind to take advantage of it was… a blessing — one of few.

Sometimes though, even ocean breezes aren't enough to make her feel like… like a person. A breeze she couldn't touch, a smell that could waft over here and disappear without regard for her — both soothing but… not always what she desired or wanted. It's not for lack of try to calm herself, but rather… it… it just…. didn't.

Sometimes, for her, it was her knight that accomplished that for her.

To be selfish is unbecoming ( despite the selfish men and women that flocked towards the crown for favor ), but with Ignis, she is very selfish. He was — is — a pleasant contrast to the coolness the sea offered.. and oh, how she coveted that. This isn't to say that she was needlessly disturbing him with what were, sometimes, frivolous thoughts. and tricks of her own mind every night. However… in moments such as these, she… she needed him.

Who else would she trust to answer her request to meet her at such an hour in the throne room?

Who else would let brush her fingers against the palm of his hand, tracing the lines that marred his skin from years of use. Who else would let her press his palm to his and pull him out of the moonlight — out of the view of the towering windows that allowed said light in. A couple moments is all she needs; a moment to pull him to the side, and another — a longer one — to guide his hands to where she wants them to rest about her form.

Dakota's own hands take their place around him, her arms encircling the being's midsection as she sinks into that infernal warmth.

“...What troubles you?” he asks, the concern in his voice… subtle but there.

— and to that, she admits “Everything.”

“I just… I want to be held...” she continues, “I know it is silly… but just… just for a little while. Please.”

scene prompts | @rexpyre

[churchofsatannews]

Satansplain #043 - Satanism is Americanism

In a 1971 letter, Anton LaVey declared “Satanism is Americanism.” Hear the full meaning of this discussed, as Magister Bill M.  celebrates July 4th and answers some listener mail himself.

[destiel-news-channel]

[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'We have reached 50,000 signatures!' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]

As always: Share this as much as you can (even if you cannot sign it yourself)! Reblog posts about this or make your own post on tumblr! Go on other social media and share it there! Send the link to friends, family or other people who you think might sign and support this! Thank you all!

here's the link for an easy copy-and-paste:

https://eci.ec.europa.eu/043/public/#/screen/home

[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'There's a petition to ban conversion therapy in the EU' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]

If you are a citizen in the EU please sign this petition:

[the-one-and-only-043]

a small box, about the size of a pencilcase, has been placed in front of their door. the box has what seems to be airholes poked in the sides of the cardboard—all with a letter tied with a ribbon on top.

( @agent-phoenixxx :3)

[They're a little confused, and kind of worried, given that they've gotten spiders like this before.]

...Did someone give me another cat?

[They take the letter off the box and open it.]

[medclinicfamilypractice]

Healthcare From Comfort At Your Home | Doctor Dee Why

Medclinic Family Practice is a medical practice in Brookvale, inside Priceline Pharmacy, Westfield Warringah Mall. Staff is dedicated to treating and caring for our clients with complete professionalism. New patients are always welcome, and staff are always happy to answer or further explain any queries.

We consider ourselves to be a part of the local community. We are a fully computerized medical practice in accordance to the latest RACGP standards and equipped with the latest equipment and technology. All our policies and procedures comply with RACGP standards, serving the communities of Brookvale, Dee Why, and Manly.

Medclinic Family Practice have proudly supported the health of the local community for last 5 years. Our focus is to provide our patients with premium health care, ensuring we deliver the services that most meet your needs.

As media reports are presently highlighting, the industry in which we operate is under immense pressure due to poor funding, and Medicare rebates have also been reduced considerably in recent years. Medclinic Family Practice is moving to a mixed billing fee model to continue providing quality patient care. This means there will be charges for face-to-face consultations, Telehealth. Your consultation will attract a rebate from Medicare if you are an eligible Medicare Card holder.

Appointments:

Prefer to see patients by appointments.

Walk in patients are welcome but there might be some waiting time.

Appointments can be booked over the phone or through online booking system.

Upon arrival at the practice for your appointment, please inform the receptionist if:

You have a Pension card or Health Care Card.

Your child is to be immunised.

The visit is a work-related injury.

The Practice is committed to providing you with the best preventative care possible. Practice staff will seek your permission to be included on reminder system and may issue you a reminder notice on occasion. If you do not wish to be part of this system, please let your Doctor in Dee Why or practice nurse know.

A telephone interpreter or formal interpreter service may be accessed when required. please notify practice staff should this service be required.

Please notify reception staff if you are unable to keep an appointment to allow patients to be seen.

Unfortunately, due to the allowance for urgent cases and the potentially complex and unpredictable nature of medical consultations, waiting times can be prolonged. We understand that it maybe difficult to wait at times for various reasons, and we aim to achieve a balance between appropriate medical care and minimizing inconvenience. Staff will Notify you with rough approximate of wait times Proof

Please follow up with an appointment within the week for all results. Patients will be contacted by the practice nurse to follow up an appointment with their GP for any abnormal urgent results. For non-urgent results mostly a sms is sent to book an appointment. No results are discussed obver the phone or online by email due to PRIVACY reasons.

Please talk to the Practice Manager for any feedback/suggestions/complaints. You can also Contact the Health Care Complaints Commission, should you wish to make a complaint: 9219 7444 or 1800 043 159 Locked Bag 18 Strawberry Hills NSW 2012

We are unable to offer private health rebates for GP consultations except kids under the age of 6. To support Private Health rebates, we can supply a tax invoice upon request so that you may submit a claim with your insurance provider following your consultation.

Medclinic Family Practice is Private billing practice.

Consultation FEES must be paid in full by credit card, cash or EFTPOS on the day of the appointment.

Our reception can collect payment after your consultation, and you will not be required to wait to settle your account.

Bulk Billing is available to

Children under 16 years

Pension card holder

Health care card holder

Childhood immunisations

Chronic Disease Care Plan

Health assessments

Covid vaccinations

[answersdetective]

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Tel: 020 7158 0332

[dearicpayne]

ISLAM QURAN

In the same way that Judaism is based on the teachings of the Torah, and Christianity is based on teachings of the Bible, Islam is likewise based upon the teachings found in the Qur'an. These three books are divinely inspired, and divinely guarded writings.

If you walk into any Christian bookstore, you will find thousands of "Bible Commentaries" which are simply books by authors who may or may not have received some divine guidance, and are trying to better explain points within the Bible. These books MAY or MAY NOT contain elements of truth, and even a few correct prophecies, but THEY ARE NOT DIVINE TEXTS. American Christianity has been completely perverted by these types of books, as Christians tend to believe the 'end-times narrative' derived from these books, over what the Bible actually says.

Islam is not immune from the same problem American Christianity suffers from. Muslims have been taught their faith for generations, with the help of Qur'an commentaries known collectively as "HADITH".

The Qur'an warns against hadiths: "Shall I seek other than God as a source of law, when He has revealed to you this book fully detailed?" 6:114

Many Muslims will say "the Mahdi hasn't arrived yet", or "Dajjal hasn't arrived yet", followed by "because hadith says XXXXX about him", but THAT'S THE PROBLEM, neither Mahdi nor Dajjal are in the Qur'an, they are only found in hadiths, and the descriptions of them vary WILDLY, so obviously hadiths cannot be trusted as definitive truth about either person. Hadiths have revealed SOME correct facts about them, but they are not infallible descriptions, and should not be regarded as such.

The person that really matters in the end-times, described BY THE QUR'AN, is Isa (Christ), and that is why Muslims must focus on Isa/RayEl, and not any person from the Hadith.

One of the errors of Islam is the failure to recognize that Allah is not alone. It is true that He has "no equal", but He does have 'lesser gods' that serve him. Isa (Jesus/Yeshua/RayEl) is the greatest of those lesser gods.

The Muslim argument is that "Isa never said he was a god", but that is simply not true, from the Aramaic Bible in Plain English:

Mat 16:16 Shimeon Kaypha answered, "You are The Messiah, The Son of THE LIVING GOD".

17 Yeshua answered and said to him, "You are Blessed, Shimeon Bar Yona, because flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father who is in Heaven."

John 8:12 And Yeshua spoke again with them and he said: "I AM THE LIVING GOD, The Light of the world."

What Muslims need to understand is the difference between the physical and the spiritual. The Bible teaches that the Holy Spirit descended upon the man Yeshua. This divine spirit is what created the family bond with Allah/God. The man Yeshua was spiritually God's Son.

As we all witnessed on January 28th 2011, the Holy Spirit descended over Jerusalem, and fused with the man Raymond Elwood, to make him spiritually God's Son again, as Lord RayEl.

When one understands these things, one sees that Islam is not "wrong". Like all other religions, it is just missing some information.

Quran 043:063 When Isa/Yeshua came with clear proofs, he said: I have come unto you with wisdom, and to make plain some of that concerning which ye differ. So keep your duty to Allah, and obey me.

It is a Muslims duty to obey Christ RayEl.

[phoenix-and-found-family]

[The place was completely deserted.]

[There was dust all over everything. A ragity old sleeping bag was rolled up and shoved under the desk, the initials E.G.M written on the top in permanent marker. All the half eaten snacks were growing mold, which Reginald Crane sweeped into the nearest garbage can. He still had a massive hangover, but there was no way he was missing this.]

[On the desk was a photo. In it were three familiar agents - Agent 043, to the left, a massive smile on their face, Agent 13-12, to the right, their mask hiding their grin, and in the middle, Agent 014. The little sibling. They were clearly holding the camera, and were making the expression of someone who just got flashbanged and didn't know what to do about it. On the frame was a word written in red pen - Family.]

[Reginald finished up and saw the two agents looking at the photo.]

"... I know the answer already, but, are you okay?"

( @wyvchard @the-one-and-only-043 this is the beginning of the beginning 👍)

(Also, if it wasn't obvious, this is 014's dimension)

[fantasywritten]

@depictedblue asked: * tell me you love me, just once. just so i know what it sounds like. // alyssa heheheheheheeheheheh

SHE COULDN’T. Alyssa wouldn’t let the words come out of her mouth. She didn’t love anyone — not her family, not the few friends she had. NO ONE. Cassie didn’t quite fit into either category, but she still couldn’t say it… because she knew, deep down, that if she said it, SHE’D MEAN IT. And Alyssa was tough; she could take a lot, but she couldn’t take losing someone she loved.

“Why?” Her tone was curious, QUESTIONING. “Do you love me? Is that why you’re asking?”

[eod-agent-13-12]

A Simple Lullaby

13-12 visits 043 after hearing they aren't feeling too well.

Content Warnings: Implied Dissociation, References to Past Trauma, Hurt/Comfort

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"Hey, 43, I heard from the robots you weren't doing too well." 13-12 knocked on the bedroom door. "Your Roxy let me in but I'm giving you a warning just in case."

There was no answer on the door, causing 13-12 to worry even more. "Hello? I'm heading inside if it's alright!"

13-12 opened the door, only to see their older sibling curled up in the bed, dazed as the elder of the two's mind wandered elsewhere.

043's eyes were furrowed while they tried to keep their eyes shut. The pain was nothing new but it didn't mean it was any less tormenting.

"43? You awake?" 13-12 approached, footsteps light but audible enough to not cause their sibling to startle. "Ate? Brother? Kuya? Sis? You in there?"

They can only groan in response, trying to stop the whimpers escaping from their lips.

"... Should I call Roxy?" Their eyes widened, hand slowly hovering their forehead to feel for any sign of a fever. "Not a fever at least."

"13?" 043 muttered, golden eyes slowly cracking open. "N-no. She's currently working on something important." A cold sweat dampened their dark hair.

"Do you need anything?"

"Not really. I'll be fine. Just-" they dropped a bunch of expletives. "Just one of those days, you know?"

"Time loops taking a toll on your body?" 13-12's brown eyes softened, akin to sweet chocolate as they gently held onto their hand. A doting look etchrd on their face when they see their sibling nod. "Got it. Want me to be here? You don't have to do a thing. I just wanna be here."

043 only responded by holding onto their hand and clinging to them.

"I'm here. You're here. You're not there anymore. You're home." 13-12 whispers, scooting over on the bed slightly and slowly sat on the side to remain close. "There's no danger here. It's safe."

Memories of a better time soon flashed in 13-12's mind as they gently tucked away 043's hair away from their face after wiping off the sweat.

Before any of them realize, 13-12 started humming a lullaby. 043 was yet to understand the words but they know the phrase "tahan na", the root word for "home". A place of peace and safety.

The phrase a parent or older sibling might use to pacify a crying child after a nightmare.

Because it was over. The nightmare was over. They're no longer there.

The two Phoenixes were teary eyed by the end of the song before hugging tightly.

".... Thank you, 13." 043 clung to them, trying to ground themselves that this is now. They're not in that place, or in space, elevator, or even volcano.

They're in their bedroom, younger sibling in their embrace in the middle of the morning of a nice day.

And it will be a nice day.

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I hope you liked the hurt/comfort!

Agent 043 belongs to @the-one-and-only-043

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