#this is because of the bp wf script. i got inspired.

[fuckitwhenifeelit]

Shuri was gonna [redacted] herself in the riverbank. The water. Where her mother said to sit and heal. Where Namor was.

And for her... the place where peace could find her [redacted].

Got emboldened to post this snippet:

Shuri, in a large bathtub filled to the brim with water,

contemplating, and then immersing her whole body

and she doesn't come up for air

for so long that Griot has sent alerts to General Ayo and the nearest Dora.

She has succumbed to a death sleep.

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Princess Shuri has been trying to [redacted] herself for some time now.

The last member of the Golden Tribe. The Black Panther.

She was the queen who abdicated, the daughter who was now orphaned.

She just wanted to see it for herself. Her family... on the other side.

It was either the ancestral plane or the end of this grief.

She thought of only those two choices. There is no losing.

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Nakia arrives. A boy with her.

Shuri never permitted to be awoken.

So she doesn't see.

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Namor arrives. An army with him.

She was just stuck in an empty, black plane. It was infinity.

She doesn't see.

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Then she returns.

She's awake when the terror of nightmares comes to her.

Namor sits on the throne and he is not alone.

Now she sees, the boy standing tall... Finally.

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Shuri doesn't know how long yet, but it already felt to her like forever.

She had morphed into someone physically weak. Limp limbs, taut and swollen skin.

Her hair had grown past her shoulders, because she had slept too long.

While Prince T'Challa, son of King T'Challa, turned ten.

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