(ง •̀_•́)ง (ember_celica) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-11 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ahsoka tano, li-ming, yang xiao long |
Who: Yang, Li and Ahsoka
What: Yang dreams and wakes up with a replacement arm.
When: Recent
Where: Their place
Status: complete
Rating: PG
These dreams weren’t as exciting or traumatic for Yang, but they still made her emotional. Living through her depression had been a fight and Yang had struggled with it. But bit by bit the dream helped her sort of fast forward her a little bit. Through the visit from her professors and her father’s help in training her. And the arm.
The arm that was a conflict for her. The arm that she stared at and ignored and hated and loved the thought of.
The arm she’d eventually put on and discovered it didn’t change her. She had a new normal without it, and the arm… she still felt like herself. The new her. And for some reason that had been important to her. Important enough to paint it in her colors. She was ready to find her sister.
She woke up, not in pain, but still in tears, and shuffled out of her bedroom.
Ahsoka was unsurprisingly up, and she waved her right hand at her.
Wait.
“Yang…” Ahsoka got up from the recliner she’d been reading in.
Yang stared at her bumblebee colored arm in shock.
Li had been up working on a composition on her computer. Her headphones were on, of course, so she didn’t disturb anyone else. But at some point, she had fallen asleep in her chair. Her head was leaning to her left, an uncomfortable position to be in for long. The uncomfortable crick in her neck that had formed is what woke her up. She groaned a bit, rubbing her neck. She quickly saved her work, the closed the program and shut down her computer. She set her headphones aside and got up to use the bathroom when she noticed a light on in the apartment.
Stretching her neck, and hearing it crack satisfyingly, Li went to investigate who was up. Though she stopped in her tracks when she saw Yang, and that new arm of hers.
“Yang?” She assumed this was a dream gift, but how Yang was going to react to it was something she couldn’t predict.
Yang wriggled her fingers, testing them through a full range of motion. She twisted her wrist around. It was soundless and smooth and most of all she could feel it. “It’s so light. It doesn’t throw me off balance at all!”
She didn’t know what she’d expected. It had been that way in her dreams and those dreams were always so realistic. “Feels like it belongs. This is so weird.” She looked at her friends. “Am I supposed to like it? Not like it? This isn’t like the dreams where these kind of replacements are...normal.”
But it could be removed too. She preferred to sleep without it, actually. Did that make a difference?
“I don’t think anyone but you can answer that. Though if it feels good to you and makes you feel good to have it, then that is all you need.” Li responded. “This may be different technology from what exists in this world, but I don’t think that matters. If it would bother you, it would probably be easy to disguise it.” Li, unfortunately, had no spells that could do that. She had a spell where she could transform herself into a being of pure arcane energy, but that was a completely different thing than disguising something.
“No, I don’t want to disguise it.”
Ahsoka padded over. “May I see?”
Yang nodded, and held her hand out for Ahsoka to inspect. “What do you think?”
“It’s amazing. At least as advanced as the best I’ve ever seen.” She’d always wondered why Anakin had insisted on the mechanical one he’d had, when life like ones existed. “More so in a lot of ways. No synthetic skin, but it’s really amazing.”
Somehow, that made Yang feel a lot better. She impressed a Star Wars. That was good! “Thanks.”
Li had no experience with such technology. Her dreams had no such technology. When someone lost a limb, that was it. Someone who lost a leg could get a peg leg, but that was about the extent of it.
“It definitely looks amazing. And it’s done in your colors, too, making it more you.” The fact that is was more Yang had to be a good thing. It looked like it belonged to her, so hopefully that would help the transition period to her having it.
“I dreamed I spray painted it. It...comes off. Really easily. For sleeping and stuff.” Yang put her hand around where it met her bicep. A few tugs and twists and it came off. “See?”
“Well that’s….nice.” Ahsoka laughed.
“I can give you a hand,” Yang replied.
Li laughed at the pun. “That can certainly come in handy.” That pun was only half intentional, but it was perfect and she had to laugh again. “Though really, that is useful.”
Yang held out her hand, like she was holding out the hand, and Ahsoka raised an eyebrow before shaking the offered hand.
Grinning, Yang reattached her arm. “Isn’t it?”
“You’re already feeling better, aren’t you.” Ahsoka said.
She nodded. “I… was so afraid. I don’t know why I was. But I don’t feel any different.” She hugged herself. “I was afraid I’d feel different. Wrong somehow.”
“You had been adjusting to your new normal, so maybe that’s why you were afraid. That it would be something you’d need to completely adjust to again. But this is a good sign that it feels natural.” Li smiled warmly. “I’m glad that you’re feeling better, and that your arm feels good to you.”
Yang flexed her fingers again, then pulled them both into a big, bear-like hug. “Thank you.” She felt like she wanted to cry. She’d overthought it and overthought it, and the depression in her dreams hadn’t helped at all, but it was starting to part like clouds as the rain went away.
Not that it would ever entirely go away, but she could still function and be happy.
“You’re going to need to practice with it,” Ahsoka warned. “The dreams transfer most of the time, but there’s always that adjustment period.”
Li wrapped an arm around Yang and the other around Ahsoka, returning the hug. “You’re welcome,” she responded. Then at Ahsoka’s statement, she nodded. “If you want spells thrown at you, I can handle that. You just need to ask.” She definitely wouldn’t mind doing that.
Yang squeezed them, and then picked them both up. She could kiss them. And she did, on the cheeks. “Thank you. Wait’ll you see what I can really do!”