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[Legend of Korra] sleep's dull knife (Tenzin, Pema, Meelo)
Title: sleep's dull knife
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Length: 488 words
Prompt: Meelo sneaking into his parents' bed for Lila; ficbending: So, why was Meelo sleeping in bed with Tenzin and Pema? Did he have a nightmare? Or does he always sleep in their bed.
Pairing: Tenzin, Pema, and Meelo gen
Other: So he'd gotten the talk from his father about being a big boy who slept in big boy beds, and that had lasted all of two days before there were elbows in Pema's face again. Meelo shifted suddenly and her new black eye lasted three days.
The last thing that Pema needed at this stage of her pregnancy was another person in the bed with pointy elbows. The first time that Meelo climbed in with them, she pushed him over onto Tenzin, unable to make herself get up, and in the morning, it looked like her husband had nearly drowned to death. Meelo had wrapped his arms around Tenzin's neck and drooled heavily into his ear.
So he'd gotten the talk from his father about being a big boy who slept in big boy beds, and that had lasted all of two days before there were elbows in Pema's face again. Meelo shifted suddenly and her new black eye lasted three days. A strange woman in the city had offered her somewhere to stay ("A woman in your condition should never have to put up with such abuse!") and it had taken all Pema had not to hit her out of frustration.
Pema bought Meelo a little nightlight and sat up with him until he fell asleep, which took long enough that she was nodding off herself. Feeling like a good mother, she went off to bed. At three a.m., Meelo dive-bombed the bed and Tenzin fell off the other side.
Tired, irritated, Pema snapped, "What is it, Meelo? Can't you listen just once?"
Her son was so quiet she thought he'd managed to fall asleep, even with Tenzin grumbling. Finally, he spoke, his voice just a little quavery.
"I don't want Amon to get me," he said.
Pema had barely noted the posters and their blank staring eyes. He did look like a bogeyman, didn't he? But all that seemed to be happening were a few scattered speeches on soapboxes. Nothing to be afraid of.
"Don't you think you're safe here, love?" she asked, trying to be soothing. She regretted the outburst, but it seemed to be already forgotten.
The child laughed, rubbing his head against her neck. It felt like the softest sandpaper on her skin.
"Well, yeah," he said, like it should be obvious. "You and Dad are here."
The bed shifted as Tenzin sat down on it, his shoulders a little bowed. He rubbed his head.
"Just one more night," he conceded, and now there was something in his voice that bothered Pema. Perhaps he knew more about Amon than she did, given that he spent much more time in the city.
"Tenzin?" she said. He sighed.
"Let's get some sleep," he said in his 'this is my final word' tone.
Normally she wouldn't let it go, not like that, but maybe this was a conversation better held in the light of day.
"Be still and don't elbow anyone, Meelo," she said, as if he controlled his restless sleeping. He promised readily enough, curling up between them, resting a hand on her stomach.
This time, they slept straight through to morning, but Pema had bad dreams.
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Length: 488 words
Prompt: Meelo sneaking into his parents' bed for Lila; ficbending: So, why was Meelo sleeping in bed with Tenzin and Pema? Did he have a nightmare? Or does he always sleep in their bed.
Pairing: Tenzin, Pema, and Meelo gen
Other: So he'd gotten the talk from his father about being a big boy who slept in big boy beds, and that had lasted all of two days before there were elbows in Pema's face again. Meelo shifted suddenly and her new black eye lasted three days.
The last thing that Pema needed at this stage of her pregnancy was another person in the bed with pointy elbows. The first time that Meelo climbed in with them, she pushed him over onto Tenzin, unable to make herself get up, and in the morning, it looked like her husband had nearly drowned to death. Meelo had wrapped his arms around Tenzin's neck and drooled heavily into his ear.
So he'd gotten the talk from his father about being a big boy who slept in big boy beds, and that had lasted all of two days before there were elbows in Pema's face again. Meelo shifted suddenly and her new black eye lasted three days. A strange woman in the city had offered her somewhere to stay ("A woman in your condition should never have to put up with such abuse!") and it had taken all Pema had not to hit her out of frustration.
Pema bought Meelo a little nightlight and sat up with him until he fell asleep, which took long enough that she was nodding off herself. Feeling like a good mother, she went off to bed. At three a.m., Meelo dive-bombed the bed and Tenzin fell off the other side.
Tired, irritated, Pema snapped, "What is it, Meelo? Can't you listen just once?"
Her son was so quiet she thought he'd managed to fall asleep, even with Tenzin grumbling. Finally, he spoke, his voice just a little quavery.
"I don't want Amon to get me," he said.
Pema had barely noted the posters and their blank staring eyes. He did look like a bogeyman, didn't he? But all that seemed to be happening were a few scattered speeches on soapboxes. Nothing to be afraid of.
"Don't you think you're safe here, love?" she asked, trying to be soothing. She regretted the outburst, but it seemed to be already forgotten.
The child laughed, rubbing his head against her neck. It felt like the softest sandpaper on her skin.
"Well, yeah," he said, like it should be obvious. "You and Dad are here."
The bed shifted as Tenzin sat down on it, his shoulders a little bowed. He rubbed his head.
"Just one more night," he conceded, and now there was something in his voice that bothered Pema. Perhaps he knew more about Amon than she did, given that he spent much more time in the city.
"Tenzin?" she said. He sighed.
"Let's get some sleep," he said in his 'this is my final word' tone.
Normally she wouldn't let it go, not like that, but maybe this was a conversation better held in the light of day.
"Be still and don't elbow anyone, Meelo," she said, as if he controlled his restless sleeping. He promised readily enough, curling up between them, resting a hand on her stomach.
This time, they slept straight through to morning, but Pema had bad dreams.