Killer Luck || Simon & Sam
Sam grabbed the bottle, topping them both off with a sigh, “Don’t dwell on it… trust me, it only makes it harder on you. Drink.” He kicked back his own, savoring the burn. He liked to imagine that enough shots might take away his memory for good, but that was just wishful thinking.
"Chances? … not gonna lie, it’s not good. Don’t get attached, Simon. Luck only runs so far, and I’m pretty sure you stretched it thin to start with. Could say the same for myself, considering I’m still here… doing the same old shit every year. Glutton for punishment, I guess." He filled up his glass again, tequila spilling up over the top. Sam gestured for Simon, raising a brow. Poor guy, I remember what it was like my first year. Not enough tequila in the world to erase that.
"Just do the best you can. That’s all you can do. You could show them ancient water bending scrolls and advanced techniques and train them on every weapon on that fuckin’ rack and they still might go down in the first five minutes. It’s just how it goes."
Simon snorted, running a critical eye over the brimming shot glass. Better wait a few minutes, he thought, stomach churning. He dragged his focus back to Sam's face before making a face. "In a minute." He scooted the shot over, out of his sight, barely noticing the way the amber liquid splashed over his fingers.
"The chances," he spat, "the odds, the statistics. Don't talk to me about luck, Sam. Lady luck smiled a gap-toothed, death's head smile at me. 'Simon won by luck,' they say. 'That lucky bastard,' they call me. Me? I think I was cursed. I think death would have been easier than condemning others to that hell. And getting attatched?" He choked on a sob. "Too late," he whispered, hanging his head.
He started to blindly play with the tequila on the counter, drawing absent minded patterns in the fiery liquid without looking. All the anger went out of him in a sighed breath. "The thing is, I wish I could show them all the bending scrolls and all the techniques, but I can't. Kian's taught me more about bending than anyone. I just wish I could return the favor." He turned tear filled eyes to the other mentor, silently begging.















