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Can anyone share the link to the no-longer-livestream?
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Billie Lourd remembers Princess Leia — and her mother Carrie Fisher
I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. I guess Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom–technically family, but deep down I didn’t really like her. She literally and metaphorically lived on a planet I had never been to. When Leia was around, there wasn’t as much room for my mom–for Carrie. As a child, I couldn’t understand why people loved Leia as much as they did. I didn’t want to watch her movie, I didn’t want to dress up like her, I didn’t even want to talk about her. I just wanted my mom–the one who lived on Earth, not Tatooine. I didn’t watch Star Wars until I was about 6 years old. (And I technically didn’t finish it until I was 9 or 10. I’m sorry! Don’t judge me!) My mom used to love to tell people that every time she tried to put it on, I would cover my ears and yell, “It’s too loud, Mommy! Turn it off!”–or fearfully question, “Is that lady in the TV you?” It wasn’t until middle school that I finally decided to watch it of my own accord–not because I suddenly developed a keen interest in ’70s sci-fi, but because boys started coming up to me and saying they fantasized about my mom. My mom? The lady who wore glitter makeup like it was lotion and didn’t wear a bra to support her much-support-needed DD/F’s? They couldn’t be talking about her! I had to investigate who this person was they were talking about. So I went home and watched the movie I had forever considered too loud and finally figured out what all the fuss was about the lady in the TV. I’d wanted to hate it so I could tell her how lame she was. Like any kid, I didn’t want my mom to be “hot” or “cool”–she was my mom. I was supposed to be the “cool,” “hot” one–not her! But staring at the screen that day, I realized no one is, or ever will be, as hot or as cool as Princess F-cking Leia. (Excuse my language. She’s just that cool!) Later that year, I went to Comic-Con with my mom. It was the first time I realized how widespread and deep people’s love for Leia was, even after so many years. It was surreal: people of all ages from all over the world were dressed up like my mom, the lady who sang me to sleep at night and held me when I was scared. Watching the amount of joy it brought to people when she hugged them or threw glitter in their faces was incredible to witness. People waited in line for hours just to meet her. People had tattoos of her. People named their children after her. People had stories of how Leia saved their lives. It was a side of my mom I had never seen before. And it was magical. I realized then that Leia is more than just a character. She’s a feeling. She is strength. She is grace. She is wit. She is femininity at its finest. She knows what she wants, and she gets it. She doesn’t need anyone to defend her, because she defends herself. And no one could have played her like my mother. Princess Leia is Carrie Fisher. Carrie Fisher is Princess Leia. The two go hand in hand. When I graduated from college, like most folks, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life. I went to school planning to throw music festivals, but always had this little sliver of me that wanted to do what my parents pushed me so hard not to do–act. I was embarrassed to admit I was even slightly interested. So when my mom called me and told me they wanted me to come in to audition for Star Wars, I pretended it wasn’t a big deal–I even laughed at the concept–but inside I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier. A couple weeks later I went in for my audition. I probably had never been more nervous in my life. I was terrified and most likely made a fool of myself, but I kind of had a great time doing it. I assumed they would never call me, but after that audition, I realized I wanted to give the whole acting thing a shot. I was definitely afraid, but as a wise woman once said, “Stay afraid, but do it anyway … The confidence will follow.” About a month later, they somehow ended up calling. And there I was, on my way to be in motherf-cking Star Wars. Whoa. Growing up, my parents treated film sets like a house full of people with the flu: they kept me away from them at all costs. So on that fateful first day driving up to Pinewood, I was like a doe-eyed child. I couldn’t tell my mom, but little sassy, sarcastic, postcollege me felt like a giddy, grateful middle schooler showing up to a fancy new school. On that first day, my mom and I sat next to each other in the hair and makeup trailer. (Actually, she wasn’t really one for sitting, so she paced up and down and around me, occasionally reapplying her already overapplied glitter makeup and feeding Gary, her French bulldog.) Between glitterings, the hairstylist crafted what was to become General Leia’s hairstyle, then it was on to me: little Lieutenant Connix. Funnily enough, my mom had more to say about my hairstyle than her own. Even though she complained for years about how the iconic Leia buns “further widened my already wide face,” she desperately wanted me to carry on the face-widening family tradition! Some people carry on their family name, some people carry on holiday traditions–I was going to carry on the family hairstyle. So after we tested a few other space-appropriate hairstyles, we decided to embrace the weird galactic nepotism of it all and went with the mini–Leia buns. She stood in the mirror behind me and smiled like we had gotten matching tattoos. Our secret-handshake hairstyle. On the first day of this thing I could now call “work,” I walked into the Resistance Base set for rehearsal and J.J. Abrams, the director, told me where to stand and what to do–basically just press some pretty real-looking fake buttons. But I have to say, just pressing those buttons and observing the rest of the scene was one of the most fun things I had ever done. I had no lines in the scene, but my mom kept checking on me like I was delivering a Shakespearean monologue. “Are you O.K.?” she asked. “Do you need anything?” I scoffed at her maternal questions like a child embarrassed by her mother yelling goodbye too loud in a carpool line: “Mommy, go away! I’m fine. Focus on you, not me!” In the moment, I was humiliated that my mom was moming me on my first day of work, on the Star Wars set, of all places. But now I realize she was just being protective. Sets are extremely intimidating–I was too green at the time to know that–and she assumed I would be scared as hell. But weirdly, I wasn’t. At risk of sounding insane, something about this bizarre new world made me feel right at home. I had found a place with an empty puzzle slot that perfectly matched my weird-shaped puzzle piece. That night, on the long London-traffic-filled ride back from set, she turned to me and smiled. “Bits,” she said. “You know, most people aren’t as comfortable on sets as you were today. Especially on the f-cking Star Wars set, of all places!” (Excuse my language, but that was her language.) “This might be something you should think about doing.” At first I laughed, assuming she was kidding. But she continued to look me straight in the eye with no inkling of irony in sight. My mom was telling me I should act–my mom? The lady who spent my entire life convincing me acting was the last thing I should do? It couldn’t be true. But it was. I haven’t had many moments like this in my life–those aha moments everyone talks about. This was my first real one. My mom wanted me to be an actress. That was when I realized I had to give it a shot. She used to sarcastically quip that she knew all along what a massive hit Star Wars would be. As with most things, she was kidding. She was absolutely and totally beyond shocked by the massive global phenomenon that was the first Star Wars trilogy. It changed her life forever. Then, when it happened again almost 40 years later, she was even more absolutely and totally beyond shocked. It changed her life yet again. But that time, it changed my life too. I thought getting to make one Star Wars movie with her was a once-in-a-lifetime thing; then they asked me to come do the next movie and I got to do my once-in-a-lifetime twice. On our second movie together, I really tried to take a step back and appreciate what I was doing. I couldn’t tell her because she’d think I was lame, but getting to watch her be Leia this time made me feel like the proud mom. Watching the original Star Wars movies as a kid in my mom’s bed, I never imagined the lady in the TV would get older and get back in the TV. And I definitely never imagined we would end up in the TV together. But that’s where we ended up. Two little ladies in the TV together–Leia and little Lieutenant Connix. We wrapped The Last Jedi a little less than six months before she died. I went back to L.A. to film the show I was on, and she stayed in London to film the show she was on. One of the last times we spoke on the phone, she talked about how excited she was that the next movie in the trilogy was going to be Leia’s movie. Her movie. She used to say that in the original movies, she got to be “the only girl in an all-boys fantasy.” But with each new Star Wars movie, the all-boys fantasy started to become a boys-and-girls fantasy. She was no longer a part of a fantasy, but the fantasy herself. Leia was not just a sidekick one of the male leads had on his arm, or a damsel in distress. She was the hero herself. The princess became the general. My mom died on Dec. 27, 2016. Two days after Christmas, four days before New Year’s and about a year before she was supposed to appear in her final Star Wars film. Losing my mom is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. I lost my best friend. My little lady in the TV. My Momby. And I inherited this weird, intimidating thing called her legacy. Suddenly I was in charge of what would come of her books, her movies and a bunch of other overwhelming things. I was now the keeper of Leia. About a year later, J.J. called me into his office to talk about the plans for Leia. We both agreed she was too important to be written off in the classic Star Wars introductory scroll. This last movie was supposed to be Leia’s movie, and we wanted it to remain that, as much as possible. What I hadn’t known–and what J.J. told me that day –was that there was footage of my mom that they had collected over the years that hadn’t made it into the movies, footage that J.J. told me would be enough to write an entire movie around. It was like she had left us a gift that would allow Leia’s story to be completed. I was speechless. (Anyone who knows me knows that doesn’t happen very often.) J.J. asked me if I would want to come back as Lieutenant Connix. I knew it would be one of the most painful, difficult things I would ever do, but I said yes for her–for my mom. For Leia. For everyone Leia means so much to. For everyone Leia gives strength to. For my future kids, so someday they’ll have one more movie to watch that Mommy and Grandma were in together. So they can ask me about the lady–now ladies–in the TV and tell me to turn it down because it’s too loud. I grew up with three parents: a mom, a dad and Princess Leia. Initially, Princess Leia was kind of like my stepmom. Now she’s my guardian angel. And I’m her keeper.
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I was re-watching “The Case for Conceptual Art” last night, and then this struck my eye at a coffee shop this morning. The shop walls are covered in huge canvas splatter paintings (I overheard one man offer to make one for his wife as “it doesn’t look too hard”) and mural paintings like the red octopus over the window. This is not to mention the antique coffee bean roaster in the corner or the hand-carved stair rail to the second floor. It’s interesting to think that they had to specifically state “this is not art” when they stored a palette above the doorway . And now that I’ve taken a picture of it, and contemplated it, and even made a post about it, isn’t it art? If a chair is art when we put it in a museum and call it art, then is a palette never art once we’ve declared it so? #saturdaymusings #ishouldbegrading #theartassignment #thisisnotart @sarahuristgreen (at The Governor's Cup Coffee Roasters) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnwOwiIB5fc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=oxwkzi800fz1
"Let me help you" with kyalin, please
Hey! My Kyalin Anon!! Here you go, I hope you like it!!
————————————————-Lin grimaced as she took her jacket off, her shoulder hurt like shit, and she could see there was blood on the cloth, but she hadn’t really felt any piercing, fuck the Triads, and fuck her shoulder. Once she removed the jacket and shirt underneath, Lin stood in front of the mirror, to assess the injury, damn, she had a gash on the juncture between her shoulder and chest. She sighed and tried to find something to hold the blood back until she got to the hospital.
She couldn’t find a single gauze, and cursed herself for always forgetting to re-stock, and instead opted for tearing the shirt up in a couple of stripes, and wrapping it around the wound. Lin grabbed her trench coat and put it on with difficulty, cinching it tight and buttoning it as high as it would go, before exiting her apartment. The chill air of the city was a relief on her burning shoulder, but a torture on the rest of her underdressed torso, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep warm somewhat, and ignoring the fact that she was feeling moisture down her bicep once again.
Lin entered the hospital and filled the ridiculous chart before getting redirected to a bed in the far end of triage room, one of the nurses passed by and greeted her, closing the curtain around her bed, before moving on, she’d seen Lin enough times to know already how she liked her privacy. When the curtain opened again, Lin had laid down on her good shoulder, enjoying the mandatory quietness of the hospital, eyes closed and mind working on forgetting all about the pain, that had become worse with each passing minute.
“Lin?” She knew that voice, and she wished she could just keep her eyes closed long enough for the woman to leave, but there was the tiny problem that her shoulder was open, and that Kya was as stubborn as her, and therefore, she would likely bleed to death before one of them gave up.
“Kya, I didn’t know you were in the city.” Lin tried to sit up, but it had been a stupid idea to lay down on her good arm, she decided she could very well flip to her back, and did so, staring at the ceiling. “When did you arrive?”
“Let me help you.” Kya sighed and rolled her eyes, putting a hand under the shoulder that wasn’t bleeding on the coat, and hoisted her up to a sitting position, not waiting two seconds before working on the coat buttons.
Lin felt like slapping her hands away, but she guessed she wasn’t a child anymore, and she really needed someone to look at her wound. Her head felt lighter, and she wasn’t sure if it was Kya or the blood loss, but she hoped it was the latter, that way once healed, the feeling would go away.
“What did you do this time, Lin? Is this a shirt?” Kya’s focus was solely on her shoulder, and for that, Lin was thankful, she didn’t think she could handle another kind of conversation. The Waterbender’s fingers felt cool against her skin, touching softly, probing at the edges of the cut. “I got here about a week ago, Tenzin is visiting mom, so I came here in turn.”
Kya said it like it was no big deal, and maybe it wasn’t, Lin wasn’t entirely sure how things were between them now, the last time they had talked- well, they hadn’t talked really. And Lin had left Air Temple Island too early in the morning, and she realised now, that maybe, it hadn’t been polite of her to do so.
“Are you staying at the Temple?” She didn’t want to ask, but she wanted to know, because Kya had the weirdest pull on Lin, and she had been circling the woman for years now, each time a getting little closer than the last, and each time, the gravitational impulse of her pulling away was harsher, and Lin worried that one day she’ll be too far to return.
“Yes.” Kya’s voice was devoid of feeling, professional, as she summoned water from a bowl on the table by the table, and began her work on Lin’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the gash. It was terribly cold, but it felt amazing, and it was likely the best part of getting injured, the soft massage of the water on her body. And when Kya did it, it felt even better, because Lin could feel her, her energy, it was pure bliss, and she allowed her eyes to close in pleasure.
“Okay, that’s all set for now.” And just like that, it was over, and Kya returned the water to the bowl and dabbed a towel on Lin’s shoulder, before helping her arm back into the coat.
“For now?” She asked, willing her body to stay in place and not to lean into the woman’s touch, her eyes still searching Kya’s at no avail.
“Yes, you’ll have to put on a balm for a week, otherwise it will scar.” The Waterbender said, fishing out the chart, scribbling down on it, handing Lin a small phial of what she assumed was the balm.
“I won’t remember it.” She answered flatly, letting the phial on the bed and testing the shoulder mobility. When she stared back at the older woman, she was finally graced with the stern sapphire eyes on hers.
“It will scar.” Kya’s hands on her hips, and lips pressed to a thin line, she hated when Lin didn’t care about scars, and maybe she was pushing a little on that, just to get her out of the Healer funk she was in. “It’s just a week Lin, can’t you try it, just once?”
Lin thought she heard something else behind Kya’s voice, that maybe she wasn’t just talking about the scar on her shoulder, and she decided she would push on it just some more. “How long are you staying this time?”
Kya seemed to think on whether to answer or not, her arms crossing defensively over her chest, and a huff escaping her lips. “Another week, maybe two, it depends.”
Lin stood up, tying her coat sash and pocketing the phial, before placing a tentative hand on Kya’s arm. “How about you stay in my place, then? It’s closer to the Hospital, and you can remind me about the balm.”
“And?” The Waterbernder’s eyes glared at Lin, but her voice had softened just a tad, and her shoulders had lost the tension.
“And I’ve missed you, and I’m willing to try. It’s just a week, right?” She moved closer, Kya’s arms fell to the sides and she let herself be embraced by Lin, head falling to her just healed shoulder.
“Or two.” She mumbled to Lin’s hair, and embraced her back.
“Or two, that’s okay too.”
Kya took on the responsibility of caring for Katara while Bumi went off to prove himself and Tenzin went off to be Tenzin... and she sacrificed so much! I have so many feelings about these ladies.
Two Halves of a Spirit
Chapter 4: And it All Ends Happily
Her eyes roamed over her as she stood in her doorway, unable to quite believe that she was actually standing there in front of her. It was as if time had slowed down, the noises all around her were muted and all she could focus on was her. She was a vision standing there dressed a deep blue dress and with her silver hair flowing loosely around her back in a pony tail that immediately made her fingers twitch, the desire to see if her hair felt as soft as it looked already forming.
She took a step forward and beamed at her. “Hi,” she said.
Her heart leapt to her throat at hearing her voice. It was low and alluring. Sexy. There was a slight rasp to it that sent a bolt of desire racing through her down to her very core. Lin swallowed as her eyes drank her in. Her hair was incredibly silver, and it made her blue eyes stand out all the more as she stared at her. She was beautiful, breath-taking. Stunning.
And she belonged with her.
It was an amazing feeling.
She was still staring at her, waiting for her to respond. “H-hi,” Lin scrambled to her feet and crossing over to her in an instant. She stood in front of her, already wanting to pull her into her arms but refrained, unsure of what she should do. Her emotions were running high. One minute she was depressed beyond belief at letting her soulmate slip through her fingers and not leaving a way for her to contact her and the next, she was in front of her and now she was so incredibly happy that it was all overwhelming. She ran a hand through her hair nervously and licked her lips. “Hi,” she repeated. She let out a breath and suddenly she was grinning, her smile a mile wide. “You found me.”
Kya laughed and she fell in love with the sound, letting herself revel in her presence. “I think you found me first,” she teased.
Excitement raced through her. Now she was finally able to introduce herself to her properly. “I’m Lin. Lin Beifong.”
“Kya.”
Kya. So that’s how her name sounds coming from her. “I went back to the hospital, I really did,” she told her. “I’m sorry I never left my number with your brother. I even went to the police to try and find you but they said it was against privacy laws to give out any information.”
“It’s okay.” She nodded, believing her. “I was discharged about two hours after I woke up. I called thirty-seven firehouses in the past two days before I was able to find a Lin Beifong that worked for Firehouse Station No. 38.” She looked up at her through her eyelashes. “It all worked out in the end.” She held out the basket that she’d been holding. “I made these for you, they’re banana chocolate chip muffins,” she let out a nervous breath. “Thank you for saving me.”
The baked goods inside smelled heavenly as she took the basket from her and placed it on her desk next to where they were standing. She shook her head, waving off her thanks. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to make these. I was just doing my job. I would do that for anybody.” She took a step closer to her and her eyes searched her face. “I’m just glad it brought me to you. Are you alright?”
Kya nodded. “No lasting damage. I just have to take it easy and be careful with my ankle for the next couple of weeks.” She took another step closer to her, so that she was practically in her space. She tilted her head. “Your eyes are green,” she said, wonderment filling her tone.
Every instinct within her was telling her to pull Kya into her arms, and she surrendered to it. She moved slowly so that she was aware of her intentions but she didn’t seem to mind as she slowly wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close to her. She practically melted into her embrace, her head immediately resting on her shoulder and she took a step back to look slightly down up at her. She was taller; her tall frame barely towered over her as Lin brought her other hand up and cupped her face, her thumb slowly rubbing over the curve of her left cheek. Kya sighed happily, her arms wrapping around her waist and she snuggled into her arms more securely. “And yours are blue,” Lin told her, smiling at her tenderly.
I think it’s my new favorite color.
She smelled like lavender and she breathed in deep as they stood there for a few minutes, locked in an embrace that felt so right to the both of them. The soul bond was slowly working its magic, linking them together. The feeling was tenacious, a profound and lingering emotion that no words could encompass. Everything felt like it was being completed. They were united, somehow brought together by the circumstances of fate. It was incredible and wonderful and amazing.
Kya pulled away from her slightly and smiled. “Do you want to take a walk?” she asked, eager to get out and explore the world now that she could see color, intent on having every new experience to be shared with her. “We could go to the park and walk along the river.”
Lin was about to agree but then her face fell as realization hit. “I’m on call,” she explained apologetically, shaking her head. “I can’t leave in case there’s a fire.”
A cough sounded from the doorway, and both Kya and Lin turned to see Kun grinning at them from where he stood leaning against the door frame. “Forgot I was here, huh?” he asked, watching the two of them with an amused glance. They blushed, having been so caught up in one another that they hadn’t remembered they had an audience. “Go,” Kun told them. “It’s not everyday you get to meet your soulmate. We can cover you for one day.”
Minutes later, Lin and Kya exited the doors of the station, their hands intertwined. They stood at the entrance doors, looking out past the parking lot and towards the park across the street. The sun was shining, a soft breeze blowing in the wind. Lin looked over at Kya, unable to stop herself from grinning. She returned her gaze, her expression happy, excited, and hopeful.
They were together and the possibilities for their future were endless.
OMG I love this so much.
Two Halves of a Spirit
Chapter 3: Sometimes Fairy Tales Come True
All her life, Kya had dreamed of seeing color.
When she was a little girl, she often daydreamed that her soulmate would come riding in on a white horse, ready to save her from the clutches of evil. Their eyes would connect and their worlds would turn to color before their lips would meet in a sweet kiss. It was the kind of perfect fairy tale story that all little girls loved and wish would come true.
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks”, her mother Katara, once described. “It’s the epitome of love and partnership, Kya. Your soulmate will make you feel entirely whole, healed, and intact. You will feel safe with this person, always”.
“How will you know when you meet your soulmate, mama?” She remembered asking, enraptured by everything her mother was telling her.
“Oh my precious, girl. You will know when you meet your soulmate, because you will see wonderful, beautiful colors! It will be like nothing else, I promise you. When you see them for the first time, the world will no longer be black, white or gray. And you will be so very, very happy”.
Her mother often told her bedtime stories involving soulmates and a world where colors swirled together in perfect patterns and filled with beauty. Kya loved the stories her mother told, longed to see the world in it’s coloration, impatient for the day when she would get to meet her other half. She couldn’t wait to fall in love.
But things weren’t always what they seemed.
Unfortunately, life was not all roses and butterflies that her mother painted it as. When Kya was seven years old, her father started to spend more time with her younger brother, leaving her and her older brother out – shattering the illusion that her parents had wanted them all the same and breaking their little family apart. As it turned out, her father never notice that her and Bumi weren’t spending as much time with him. Rather, they were two people who just were causing mischievousness until Bumi decided to join the army and she went to college. It was an act of desperation of two lonely souls to find themselves, both of whom had gotten tired of waiting for someone who just was too busy. She had wanted a family, and she couldn’t stand feeling so lonely, so after college she went to the see the world. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see color – she’d wanted to see another places and meet new friends and made the choice that she while she did want to wait for her solmate she didn’t have to around Republic City for a while. After her father died and they weren’t exactly on speaking terms, she decided to go back to Republic City to be closer to her mother and brothers, after all, time wasn’t something that Kya wanted to waste with her loved ones as she saw and knew the damage that it had done on her family.
No relationship was perfect, and as Kya grew older, she could see that when people got with someone who wasn’t their soulmate they were content with theirs lifes, but weren’t exactly happy. It wasn’t what she had imagined love would be like as a little girl, and somehow, she just couldn’t let go of that dream. And thus, Kya swore to herself, that she wouldn’t make the mistake of been with someone who wasn’t her soulmate. No matter how lonely she got, she wouldn’t ever settle down with someone who couldn’t give her a world filled with color and risk bringing a another person into a relationship based on lies and false hope. Her heart hardened, and Kya moved on, no longer dreaming about meeting her soulmate and instead, focused on a future where she could make herself as happy as she could be until her soulmate could find her. She never voiced it out loud, but she still held out hope everyday that she would see color.
I’m leaving it up to fate. If I’m meant to meet my soulmate in this lifetime, then it’ll happen when I least expect it.
I just have to have faith that everything will work out.
–
Son of a spirit, why is everything hurting?
Kya groaned as she slowly woke up to the sound of machines beeping steadily by her ear. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar bed that she was lying on and the strange white walls with unknown paintings. Her first instinct was to panic but tried to keep calm, knowing that overreacting wouldn’t get her anywhere. She was definitely not in her own bed. And this was most definitely not her apartment. In fact, the only thing that was actually familiar to her was that there was no color whatsoever. She still saw everything in black, white or gray.
Oh right, there was a fire at my apartment.
Wow, I’m lucky to be alive.
“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living.”
She glanced over and found Bumi smiling at her, looking visibly relieved that she was wide awake. Her older brother looked the same as ever, dressed in a pair of jeans, a plaid shirt and his army jacket. He stood up from where he sat in the corner and moved over to stand next to her bed. He leaned over to look at her.
“You sure gave us quite a scare, Kya. Do you remember what happened?”
Kya shot him a look and rolled her eyes, unable to verbally respond because of the oxygen mask that was currently covering her face. The annoyed look must’ve conveyed her message though, because Bumi just chuckled.
“I guess you do. At least your memory still seems to be intact after hitting your head. You sure you know who you are?”
As tired as she was, she still managed to lift her hand and flip her brother off. Bumi let out another laugh.
There was a knock and they both turned towards the doorway to see a woman wearing a white lab coat walk through. The woman smiled when she saw that Kya was awake. “Ah, excellent! I’m so glad to see you’re awake Miss Kya. I’m Dr. Kumiko … I’m just here to do a check up on you.” The minute the doctor removed the oxygen mask from her face, Kya began coughing nonstop. “Don’t worry, Kya. This is a completely normal reaction,” Kumiko assured her as she placed a stethoscope against Kya’s chest to listen to her lungs. “You’ll be coughing for a few days because of smoke inhalation, but when we looked at your x-rays earlier, all signs showed that it’ll clear up in no time. You have to take it easy for a few days because of your concussion and your ankle.”
Kya groaned, coughing. “When can I go back to work?”
“I would suggest staying off your feet for at least two weeks to let the sprain heal up. Absolutely no dancing, but light walks should be okay,” Kumiko leaned back and wrapped her stethoscope around her neck. The doctor smiled. “I’m going to discharge you today. Come back for a check up in two weeks and we’ll proceed from there.”
“Thanks Doc,” Bumi replied as the woman left the room. He looked over at his sister, who was currently pouting as she leaned back into her pillows. “Relax,” he gave her an amused glance. “So you get two weeks off. Think of it as a vacation!”
“It’s two weeks, Bumi!”
“I know the new dance studio and the clinic are your life, but you’re just going to have to get someone to cover for you. They’ll be alright without you for a couple of weeks,” Bumi paused, but then grinned. “Besides, you might want to take advantage of the time off.”
Kya coughed and then looked at her brother suspiciously. “Why?”
Bui just stared at her, a shit-eating grin on his face, his arms folded across his chest.
“What?” Kya glared. “What, Bumi? What is it you know, that I don’t?”
“I know who your soulmate is.”
Kya froze. A white-hot feeling filled her as her shock at hearing those words spread throughout her body. Her heart began pounding and her breath caught. Whatever she thought that Bumi was going to say, this was definitely not it. “What?” she was breathless. She stared at her brother, hardly daring to blink, afraid that somehow she had misheard things. She gathered herself. “Explain!” she demanded.
“The firefighter who pulled you out of the fire… the one who saved you,” Bumi smiled. “She’s your soulmate. She said she saw color when she rescued you.”
“Are you sure?” She sucked in a breath. “Did you talk to her? She’s really my soulmate?”
He nodded. “She slept outside your hospital room all night after you were brought in because no one knew who you were and she didn’t want you to wake up alone. She named every color correctly when I asked her to prove it. And Kya, the only reason she left the hospital was because her job needed her. There’s some kind of explosion at a high school downtown. She really didn’t want to leave the hospital until I promised to tell you that she was going to come back. I think she’s for real, I really do.”
She let out a breath, her heart pounding. “Wow,” she whispered, leaning further into her pillows. “My soulmate…” Suddenly, Kya sat up straight, near instant panic filling her. “Bumi! The doctor said I was being discharged today! What if she comes back when I’m already gone?! Did she leave a way for me to contact her?”
“Ah, well… no,” her brother paused. “She kinda had to rush outta here. But it can’t be too hard to find her, right? All we have to do is call the fire department and look for her. Her name is Lin Beifong.”
“Lin Beifong,” Kya murmured softly to herself, nodding. “Okay.” And then she grinned, excitement taking over her features.
Don’t you worry, Lin Beifong.
I won’t give up until I find you.
–
Two days passed before she was able to track down the information that Lin Beifong worked at Firehouse Station No. 38, located about thirty minutes from where Kya was currently staying with Bumi and his family. While it had been a stressful two days, Kya thrived in the predicament that she unexpectedly found herself in.
Bumi had been right about taking the needed time off from work – she was completely full of energy, determined to track down the woman that had saved her life and to also deal with everything else in between. She spent countless hours on the phone with her insurance company, determining the damage the fire had done to her apartment. As it turned out, the fire had started because of some faulty wiring that her landlord hadn’t bothered getting fixed when he should have and as a result, almost her entire building was burned down. And so, she had to start looking for a new place to live… had to buy new clothes… shop for new furniture… The list of things that she had to do kept piling up and through it all, there was only one thing on Kya’s mind.
“Are you sure this dress looks good?” Kya stared at herself in the full-length mirror in front of her. The outfit she was wearing hugged her curves perfectly but she couldn’t help wondering if her dress complimented her. It was at times like these that she hated seeing the world in black and white.
“You look lovely, Kya,” Her sister-law’s reflection appeared next to her in the mirror, smiling at her. Gao reached out and smoothed out a non-existent wrinkle, and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Your hair is this beautiful shade of silver and the deep blue color of your dress helps it to stand out. You’ll knock your soulmate off her feet, I promise you.”
“I only have one chance to make a good first impression,” Kya took a deep breath to try and calm the anxiety she was feeling. “Considering what I looked like when I left the hospital, I need to erase whatever image she has of me in her mind. I can’t believe she saw me covered in dirt and grime. Imagine what that must’ve looked like in color.”
Bumi snorted from where he sat on the couch. “The woman’s your soulmate. You never have to care about what you look like ever again, and she’ll still think you’re beautiful.” Kya glared at him from where she stood and Bumi threw his hands up in the air in a ‘I give up’ gesture. “Must be a girl thing,” he muttered to himself.
Kya turned back to her reflection. “Guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
The thirty-minute drive that it took to get from Bumi’s place to Firehouse Station No. 38 went by too fast for Kya’s liking. Parking her vehicle in the visitor’s parking lot, she took several deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She’d never been so nervous in her entire life! Reaching for the basket that held banana chocolate chip muffins (her best recipe) that she’d spent most of the morning baking, she exited her car and steeled her resolve. She was Kya, and she’d spent her whole life dreaming of seeing color and meeting her soulmate. And she’d found her. Now, it was her turn to find her. Gripping the basket tightly, she pulled open the doors to the firehouse. Her sandals clicked against the stone floor, echoing loudly with every step she took.
“Can I help you?”
She turned to see a man dressed in his fireman’s uniform, walking towards her. Pushing her disappointment aside, she smiled at the man. “Um, yes. I’m looking for Lin Beifong, is she here?”
The man’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. You’re her, aren’t you? Oh man, this is amazing! You have no idea how much Lin’s been kicking herself for not leaving her number or some way for you to get in touch with her.” He paused, looking at her more closely. “You are Kya, right?”
She bit the corner of her lip and nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Wow, she sure is a lucky lady.” The man grinned and held out his hand. She shook it. “I’m Kun. Come on, Lin’s in her room. I’ll take you to her.”
She followed Kun up a short flight of stairs and then down a hallway. The second her eyes landed on her, Kya stumbled slightly, her hand reaching out to rest against the doorway to steady herself. Color immediately filled her vision, overwhelming her with so many emotions that she hadn’t been prepared to handle. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest and she couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle, so much joy racing through her as she stared at the woman in front of her.
Lin was sitting at the edge of her bed, her head in her hands, slumped over in a dejected manner. She straightened the moment she heard her laugh though, and her head snapped up. She could tell she was frozen in shock, and she enjoyed her slack-jawed expression at the sight of her as their gazes connected. Blue eyes met green ones, and she took a step forward, unable to stop the smile that spread across her lips.
This was it.
This was it.
This was what she’d been waiting for her whole life. It was a dream come true.
And it was incredibly life changing, her world shifting in an instant.
I can’t imagine my life without her anymore.
Kya took a deep breath, and grinned. “Hi.”
I am so in love with this AU and Lin Beifong.
Stole this from Twitter. #zerotohero #butisheahero
I missed my kiddos this week, but Portland, Salem, and Oregon in general have been fantastic. I’m so glad to have made this trip. #columbiarivergorge #columbiariverhighway #displaceisdabombdiggity
Kiddos, I just want to tell you that I am glad you are who you are. I am glad you are “mine” while you are my students and ever afterwards. I am proud of you when you choose kindness and love over anger and prejudice. I am proud of you when you work hard and when you admit you need a break. I am proud of you when you are courageous and silly and ridiculous and unique. Be kind to yourselves and to one another, y’all. The universe is a big world and you deserve your spot in it. #formykids #all147ofthem #timessixyears #iteachthem #theyteachme