Hi, minions! Vee is back, sorry for the long wait. Oh, the things to tell…firstly, Legend of Korra premier?! Did you watch!? Eska and Desna! Aahhhh!

Speaking of our balls of soul-sucking sunshine (try saying that five times fast); it was revealed that Desna and Eska are now the chiefs of the Northern Water Tribe so I shall incorporate that soon.

Also…something may or may not happen with Kika…who knows?

Disclaimer: Legend of Korra will belong to me when Desna and Eska start wearing pink tutus.

Previously on Follow Me:

"Desna, you're my forever girl. Marry me!"

Desna smiled slightly and began to shake his head slowly. "No.

I blinked, watching as he stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes. "Wait, what? What do you mean, no?!" I asked, standing up too. "I thought you said you didn't hate me?"

"I don't, but that doesn't mean that I wish to marry you," he replied, his eyes twinkling happily.

"But…I asked you….?" I whimpered, deflating as I stared up at him like a rejected and abused puppy.

"And I refused," he stated simply.

"I refuse your refusal!" I exclaimed, jabbing my finger in his face. He took my hand in his gently, lowering it slightly.

"Kalika, while my sister would be perfectly happy marrying at such a young age, I would enjoy marrying after my twenty-first birthday," he explained, offering a small smile.

"That's exactly what Eska said, and so I shall reply in the exact same way I did with her," I took his face in my hands. "I don't want to get married now, I just want to lay claim on you because there are a lot of hot water tribe women who would love to get their hands on you, but you're mine, so there!"

A small smile tugged at his lips and he nodded, reaching out to take the betrothal necklace. I grinned, letting out a creepy chuckle, skipping behind him to put it on. He turned to face me, and I took a step back, giving him a onceover. "You look good in purple," I told him, nodding my approval.

"Thank you, Kalika," he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Would you happen to desire some cocoa?"

"I would actually," I smirked, taking his hand in mine as we exited his room, making our way to the kitchen. "Hey, when is your birthday?" I asked after finding that my memory banks didn't store that particular data.

"Today," he replied simply, taking a container of Sato-oh Cocoa out of a cupboard.

"What?! You're lying!" I accused.

"Negative. Eska and I were born this very day seventeen years ago at one-thirty-one and one-twenty-five in the morning, respectively," he explained.

"Oh…you're older than Eska?"

"Indeed," he nodded. "One scoop or two?"

"Um…two please," I replied, watching him scoop the powder into the mugs as we waited for the milk to boil. "I wish I knew today was your birthday," I pouted. "I would've gotten you something nice…"

He turned to me, placing his lips lightly on my forehead. When he pulled away, he was smiling again. "I already have everything I could yearn for now."

"Are you sure? I could go out and buy you ice cream or something…" I offered, grabbing some spoons from a drawer to stir the cocoa as Desna poured the hot milk into the mugs.

He shook his head, eyes glued to the mug so as to not spill the milk. "My girlfriend traveled all the way from Republic City to visit me and, apparently, propose, and my sister and I are ascending to the throne. What more could I ask?"

I plopped a few mini marshmallows into my mug, offering some to Desna silently. Shrugging, I replied, "A pony…a piercing…a four hundred foot tall purple platypus bear…um…pizza." He narrowed his eyes in a glare. "Sorry…ruining the moment, huh?"

"Indeed," he replied before sighing and picking up his mug, lifting it to his lips.

"Careful," I warned, placing my hand between the rim and his mouth. He lifted his eyes to meet mine questioningly. "It's hot."

He smirked against my knuckles, saying, "Isn't that the whole concept of 'hot cocoa'?"

"Yes, but I don't want you to burn your tongue," I replied.

Desna retreated from the cup, opening his mouth to say something when a man walked in, looking frightened. "Excuse me, Desna, sir," he greeted, bowing deeply.

Desna sighed, turning to the newcomer. "Yes?" he replied impatiently.

"Your mother wishes to see you and Eska in the Throne Room right away. She said you may bring your guest," the man explained.

"Very well," Desna pursed his lips, placing his mug on the counter with a loud clank before taking my hand and leading me down a hallway.

He opened a door, revealing a large room whose color scheme consisted of varying shades of blue, white, and some black. The only furniture in the room was a large chair in the center and a slightly smaller one by its side. Desna's mom sat in the large chair with a guard on either side of her. Desna led me to where Eska was standing slightly away from their mother.

The older woman remained silent for a moment before a loud and cheerful sigh escaped her lips as she threw her head back against the chair to stare at the ceiling. She let out a soft chuckle before sighing again, saying, "Desna and Eska. My children. My loves…" she bit her lip, turning away slightly. When she spoke again, her voice was hoarse and shaky as if she were fighting back tears. "You two are both so strong, and you've grown so fast. I don't know where this time goes, really, but now you're seventeen, and are eligible to take the throne and become the chiefs of the Northern Water Tribe."

She paused. "I know you two, together, will make outstanding leaders who will change the North for the better," the twins' mom stood up, walking over to where we stood. "Which is why I take pleasure in saying, I, Mizu Ryujin, humbly pass on my position as Chief of the Northern Water Tribe to you, Eska Ai Ryujin, and to you, Desna Arturius Ryujin, in front of these witnesses."

Eska, in a moment of pure out-of-characterness, smiled, and not a soft, small smile, but like…one of those ear to ear smiles that reach your eyes. Desna's eyes twinkled happily, and both twins simultaneously reached out and grabbed one of my hands.

And in that moment, it didn't bother me at all that the fate of the Northern Water Tribe was in the hands of these two apathetic and cruel seventeen year olds.

There you go~ hope you enjoyed it. I know I did, haha!

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Yours psychotically,

Vee