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Yay. At the end. Although I did cheat out of several thousand words - sorry.

On the bright side - after this, my two main projects. So exciting!

"So, what do you think about the whole 'Soulmates' shenanigans everyone seems to love arguing about?" Lyra and Avery were both balancing on the railing, trying their hardest not to fall or to laugh when Lyra brought the topic up.

"I mean, there's so much to talk about. What exactly do they mean by Soulmates? Just The One? Or reincarnations that always find themselves together no matter the odds? Or something else entirely? It's certainly an intriguing concept," Avery said, finally losing his balance and crashing in a heap - oh well. At least he fell on the safer side. Laughing, Lyra helped him up, and they continued on their way, two souls making their way through the city that never slept. The stars were never seen, yet always imagined and depicted, while the glow from the lights of millions lit of the sky like beacons of life. To think that somewhere in those many millions were them two, and that they were together - certainly drew some thought.

"Do you think it's real?"

Avery paused to briefly glance at an intriguing building they passed, a small, thin, rickety thing squashed between a massive theater and what seemed to be a rich people's place. "What do you think, Lyra?"

"Why me first?"

"You asked the question. Besides, sometimes when I try to answer questions like these, I take forever."

Lyra nodded. She had noticed that over the past few years. There were, unfortunately, times where she was forced to rudely interrupt him just so they could make it to class the next day. Thankfully, it never happened the day before assessments, although she certainly made herself wary of their tendencies. But she loved the time they spent together, and could never get enough. Thankfully, her father had been completely understanding and supportive, while her brother was far too busy with his college courses to even spare a thought about disturbing the pair (much to Hayden's dismay). Somehow, the idiot got accepted by every Ivy League School (it was probably the sob story about their mom), and he somehow leveraged that in his favor for enrolling in NYU. He somehow managed to scrape together enough financial aid - alien scholarships, fantastical endowments, the list went on and on - to get a full ride, but on the other hand, there were still expectations and standards held of him. As in, he had to go to all core classes, ace his major, and also do his assignments. So Hayden was stuck behind a desk or scouting out some Chinese girl (Yue was the name? She had no clue) or figuring out the whole tense dynamic between his female friends (some feminist activist and a blind girl who somehow could still see... Hayden made no sense most of the time). She was pretty sure what, but was all the more confused for it because she could not see - for the life of herself - how anyone would be attracted to the sleazeblob she was forced to acknowledge as her sibling.

But then again, she would have thought something similar about herself, but here she was, with Avery... who already made the part of her life without him insignificant.

There were many things that set her off about their relationship. It was almost the opposite of her relationship with Jet. They came together so easily... too easily... like they were destined for each other. They almost never had serious arguments, and even those were filled with love, wisdom, a level temper, and most importantly, mutual understanding and sympathy. Life felt more complete when he was by her side - or at least within a twenty-foot radius of her. (Boys would always be boys, she supposed, although Avery was infinitely more handsome, brilliant, and responsible than the rest of the male population combined ten times over. Not that that was even saying a lot. But still.) They always instinctually knew where to find each other, even without using their phones. It got to the point where people would have to tell her things in person, due to her tendency to not look at her phone for weeks and sometimes months. She didn't care that much - she prioritized Avery to a disturbing degree. But there was also that moment at the fountain, during their last anniversary... it was almost like something - or someone - possessed them, except it was still them. She didn't know how to explain it, but it was almost like... she was a reincarnation, and her past life (too crazy an idea, right?) had flooded into her at that moment. She had called Avery by a different name - she didn't remember exactly what happened - but the experience also happened to Avery as well. She had absolutely no clue as to the significance of the event, but when people started talking about (more accurately: scoffing at and joking about) soulmates and their supposed impossibility, she had to ask...

She told Avery as much. "I never really thought about it before I met you. But... every night when I fall to sleep. I think about you. And only you. How you were too perfect, an angel come to pick me up. A hot angel who has a brain and is very sweet for a boy."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, but my brother is all the proof I need."

"You're probably the only person who sees your brother that way..."

"I know him better than everyone else. Including Dad. Comes with the sibling territory and all. And he forgets that I'm his mom."

Avery burst out into an infectious laugh. "That, is true."

Lyra suddenly became serious. "And then... that night."

"Ah." They were silent as they crossed a barren street. Lyra felt unusually safe with Avery at her side. "The... night of revelries, huh?"

"Let's call it our anniversary. I don't think it was ghosts that possessed us. I... something felt different. Like it was us, just... a part we never knew we had, just resurfacing and then disappearing. I don't know. What I do know is that... all this Soulmates stuff..."

"You know, I never really believed in that kind of thing. Soulmates and all. Thy true love or perfect pair or partner or whatever. I thought it was... all a bunch of bull. Grabbing at empty fantasies, you know?" Avery took her hand, and it fit perfectly. "Then of course, I met you. Kat. Fancy names notwithstanding, we got along fabulously. ...more than fabulously," he added ponderously. "One thing led to another... hangouts... calls... dates... anniversaries... I mean, the words themselves, they sound so superficial and cringey and... ugh. I don't know. Fake. Not genuine."

"Phony," Lyra suggested dryly.

"Sure, why not. I haven't used mine in ages - is there a point?"

"I don't have mine on me," Lyra shrugged. "My dearest son is very much bereaved of his guidance and maidservant, but he shall learn how to live in a world without a sister doing his socks."

"Yeah. I learned all the stuff myself. Servants are a little too much of a liability for someone like me. I'd rather not child services plop me someplace... you know. Kept somewhat of a low profile. Didn't have friends - although that's changed a little since we're not quite minors anymore. Also, we're in the same uni, so that's nice."

"Probably the only thing Hayden was good for," Lyra quipped. Legacy helped out a lot in getting her to NYU, as well as her additional familial burdens which - for some reason! - the online applications accounted for quite thoroughly. Avery got in with his money and his hard work. They had an off day while Hayden was drowning with everything he dunked himself into.

"Anyways. Other hints. Our height difference. Not too much, although I did outgrow you a lil." He chuckled as Lyra glared at him. "Like I said, not by a large margin. We live in America too, in the proverbial greatest city in the world. Also my family's dead, and you aren't too up to culture as well with your mothering, so I would say there aren't any cultural hurdles we have to get over. I can see every moment I've spent with you, every moment I could've spent with you (nonexistent since I spend every free moment with you), we do each others' tasks easily - or at least without complaint, which is a massive kudos on your part for not flinching at my socks."

"They don't smell. At least, either that or my nose has become numb from Hayden's stench."

"Fair 'nuff. Then... well... you healed the rift in my heart that was created with 9/11. I saw life again, and I could live. All because of you. You healed me. And I am forever indebted to you for that."

Lyra opened and closed her mouth. She had no response to such a heartfelt confession from Avery. Thankfully, she knew him well enough to play it off. "A nice candlelit dinner would be a good start. And the new movie that came out looks promising..."

Avery doubled over from laughter. "Good one! Such a tease! Yeah. And then we complement each other well. We're not polar opposites, but together we fill in each other's gaps. We make a whole. So... when it comes to Soulmates..."

"Yeah. I've gotten used to the Height Difference. We're in the city where Blending Cultures is possible. I wasn't aware on what I was Missing out on till you came into the scene, and it's safe to say that even beyond us Role Swapping as friends sometimes, you Healed me too, made me whole again. Although your teasing makes me reconsider sometimes... maybe I'd be more chill with you being taller than me if you didn't Tease me about it all the time. But in terms of thinking about how we complement each other... You're like the sky... and I guess I'm the sea? Since you're someone who looks on the bright side and brings it to others, and I'm like the nurturer. And we overlap. Notto get too sciency since we're not being educated on that sort of thing anymore, but... precipitation and air circulation into the ocean. So the Sea and the Sky... such a nice complement. Even on a scientific level. And beyond that..."

"I don't know whether Soulmates are real," Avery said slowly, reeling her in for a hug. "But I'd say..."

"Even if such a thing doesn't exist, we're pretty close to it," Lyra declared, kissing her boyfriend.

"Agreed," Aang murmured, holding onto Katara, two souls who always found their way back together.

Ending is definitely cringe, but I like it.

And that's the end of my belated Kataang Week. So... Burned Prince and Frozen Avatar, eh?

And of course we have to finish remastering Katara Brainwashed or there'd be no point.