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Long overdue. Zuko knew it was long overdue. What he did not know - or what he tried to deny—was that he had postponed the visit somewhat on purpose. His responsibilities back in the Fire nation kept him awake at night, that was no lie. He had much to mend after all the damage his father and sister had caused. Folk were more than happy to go against every little word he uttered, even if it served the good of his own people.
All that hardly gave him the freedom to travel and mend those bonds with the other nations, even though he knew he had friends there.
He hadn't set sail out of freedom, either. Accompanying him were multiple ships, loaded with ambassadors, gifts, goods for trade. Anything to prolong his stay --- again something he was doing almost unbeknownst to himself.
As the ships unloaded and he was escorted down toward the cape, the welcome was rather surreal. Not as elaborate as he had come to know back in the Fire nation, but certainly a lot more- personal ? With his head tilted, and a somewhat questioning look on his face he watched a group of children do their utmost best to recreate a Fire nation dance.
Adorable, but it wasn't altogether surprising that Aang was the first to burst into laughter and tried to pull him into the dance.
Friends, he had missed them --- once again more than he was willing to admit. But even as Aang's voice rang in his ear, his thoughts were elsewhere, gaze searching the crowd. His gaze met with Sokka's, standing next to Katara, and relief flooded through him, even as the contact was fleeting when one of the younglings bumped into him and immediately rushed away frightened.
Sokka felt the same relief flood him when their eyes met. It was ridiculous. The whole point of this visit was that the fire lord would come to meet them - and so of course Zuko would be there. But he had been afraid, in a sense, that what he would see was a shell. That being the fire lord had eaten him up from the inside, consumed him like a wildfire that Sokka had never been able to put out.
But when he looked at him, he knew that wasn't true.
He had to laugh when he saw how one of the kids - one of the kids he taught - bumped into Zuko and then tried to run away. The kids seemed in awe in general, and he was certain that Zuko would feel as if they were afraid of him, but they were just kids being kids. They had tried to run from Aang, too.
That had resolved itself, especially now Aang was set to marry Katara.
His sister elbowed him. Not gently either. "Go say hi," she muttered, as if she knew exactly what he had been thinking. Not that he had been thinking he should wander to Zuko under the guise of helping the younglings. That would be wildly informal.
Right?
"I'll wait," he said, clearing his throat. "It's good custom that he greets you and Aang first, or not? He must have a little attention left in him afterwards. I bet I can get a small wave. Perhaps even a handshake."
The next jab he got from his sister was between the shoulder blades, which made him stagger forward. To not loose face, he decided that he better keep walking, until he was a few meters away from Zuko. His guards, immediately on edge, turned, and Sokka just held up a hand.
"I just... came to say hi."
Kisses & Kunik
This has been my very lazy colouring project over the last 3-ish weeks, any time I had some some spare time
“so…you think my face is beautiful?”
(i love the idea of post-battle confessions 🫣🌸)
Crimson eyes glowed, cast over one's shoulder. Mollymauk hadn't expected another's presence, but was it truly surprising ? Hardly. It wouldn't be the first time he was found sitting and gazing up at the skies. At least in this place the cold wouldn't crawl beneath his skin, thick as it was. Infernal, devilkin. It still felt degrading on his tongue, but DaRogna had tried to explain his heritage to him more than once now.
No, he was just Mollymauk, and he preferred to stay Mollymauk too, eyes and forgotten past be damned.
He liked not knowing, he had decided that quite early on. Then again, he also liked not to bother himself with the teachings DaRogna tried to push on him. He could listen to her blabber on for hours, sure, he could even tolerate how she would try to crawl under his skin with the endless questions he didn't have an answer to anyway.
Empty.
While other students would lock themselves in the library, Mollymauk had taken a liking to wander around campus, ignoring the summons to attend classes. What did they want to do? DaRogna hadn't kicked him out yet, she was way too curious anyway, and so far he had a roof over his head, although not a damned silver coin to his name. Thankfully a silver tongue gets you quite far when you know how to use it properly.
❝ you look lost --- ❞
It was with a laugh that he addressed the confused looking redhead, staying seated on the floor however, legs crossed and with his tail curled around him. The spade pattered against the floor maybe once, twice.
❝ Nice & warm here, so much better than outside ❞
Bren did not know if he ought to feel insulted by the tieflings words. Lost? He wasn't lost. He was merely not somewhere he had been before - but was that not the way of all great scientists and scholars? To go to places unknown? Granted, the college greenhouse wasn't his most exciting venture up until now, but it was new regardless.
"I am not lost."
The strange room morphed his tone into something less snappish and more confused, which irked him a great deal. After all, he had meant to sound haughty, not insecure. It was something Astrid had taught him. Be less friendly, Bren. Your kindness will draw the weak people to you like moths to a flame. You don't need weak people.
Perhaps not. But he wasn't sure if he liked the alternative.
He knew Mollymauk. Or well, knew of him was a better way of phrasing it. There probably weren't many that did not. Tieflings were not common at the academy. Elves, humans, other races - yes. But somehow, the infernals had fallen behind in numbers. And even if they were there, few were as intruiging as the purple one that was sitting in front of him, on the floor.
Bren's eyes were drawn to that pattering tail. Intruiging.
"But," he started. "I did not mean to... invade. Of course. I was merely exploring the fort now we have the time to spare."
Maybe he didn't want to draw weakness to him. But Bren's nature was not unkind at all. He had always wanted to help others, he liked people - and worse, he wanted people to like him. And besides, Astrid wasn't here - there was no use in upholding the mask she forced him to wear when she was around. He would not be punished for kindness today.
"I can leave you be."
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PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN * assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary
are you holding up all right?
thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.
you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.
you're starting to worry me.
is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?
can i get you anything?
i'm perfectly all right.
sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.
you can stop worrying about me now.
you had a moment back there.
what was all that yelling about?
i've worried about you since day one.
can we sit down?
you might feel better if you talk to me about it.
i was hoping we could catch up.
there's a lot more going on than i expected.
it's starting to get to me.
tell me the truth. are you all right?
i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.
i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.
you're a horrible liar.
what was that all about?
i heard you yelling.
it sounded like an argument to me.
what's on your mind?
something's clearly bothering you.
can you just sit still?
you've never been honest with me.
they said you needed to talk to me?
i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.
i know you better than you know yourself.
spill. everything.
that's not what it looked like from here.
i don't want to talk to anyone.
can you leave me alone for a while?
thanks but no thanks.
is this your way of checking on me?
who put you up to this?
if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.
when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.
you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.
there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.
think about the people who love you.
i don't like seeing you struggle this way.
i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.
i just feel so lost.
everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.
there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.
thanks for letting me vent a little.
i didn't mean to word vomit.
you make it easy.
i feel like i can trust you.
no one understands me but you.
thank you for giving me a chance to speak.
thank you for stopping by to see me.
you should come by more often.
the battle's not over.
we still have work to do.
i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?
tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.
if you need anything, you know where to find me.
it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.
no one should ever carry the burden you do.
i think the world of you.
what do they say? this too shall pass.
kiss kiss Molly’s lips✨
gettin’ handsy
for @reverouge [ Zuko ]
Sokka rarely felt the cold of his home. Partly, that was because they wore clothes that protected him from it. Here, he was clad in the richtly embroidered fur and suede that they had used for generations, shielding them from the elements. He wore them today, too, the blue of it bright and stark against the blinding white of the snow and the ice. And yet, he felt chilly beneath - and feverish at the same time.
They stood on the cape, watching the fleet appear in the distance. The fire nation had, on Sokka's advice, made some changes to their boats, which were now built more for travel than for war. They, as a result, looked less like a threat as they loomed in the horizon - but the thick clouds that billowed from their steamers took Sokka back for a moment.
To years ago. Another life, it seemed.
He had been scared, then. But now, the chill and the fever did not hail from fear - but from anticipation. He glanced, sidelings, at Katara and Aang. They stood by his side, hands entangled as they so often were. He saw the excitement in Aang's eyes at the prospect of seeing their friend again. He saw the softness in Katara's.
She did not look at him. But she had looked at him earlier. With eyes that had been questioning. And he wondered if she knew.
She couldn't know, he told himself. She shouldn't.
However, that did leave him very alone with his feelings, that he hadn't shared with anyone. After all, that was what he had promised Zuko when they parted ways. They had no reason to stay together, and so they had each returned to their own home. A home that had never truly felt like home again, without him.
And now Fire Lord Zuko was visting. Technically, he was visiting Katara and Aang, but Sokka did... hope. Maybe foolishly, but the hope was there.
for @reverouge [mollymauk]
It got dreadfully cold in the academy halls when the winds howled outside. So cold, in fact, that Bren found himself shivering when he wandered down one of the long corridors in search of something to do. It was the week of festivities, and many of the students had ventured out, through portal or by cart, to visit family and loved ones.
Bren, like every year, did not.
He wasn't entirely sure why. His parents were loving, and they would have him back in a heartbeat. He enjoyed the idea of it: his mother, making him a hearthy stew. Helping his father in the fields, that would be hard with ice and packed with snow. Cuddling with Frumpkin by the fire. He missed it, desired it - and yet could not make himself go home. It was, like every year, like he walked into an invisible wall he could not pass. Something tethered him to his place.
Astrid and Wulf had none of the same problems. They had packed their backs solemnly, told him goodbye, and left him behind. It was okay, he didn't think he would have gone with them if they had asked. But still, he was dreadfully alone.
And a little bit bored.
It was because of that, that he wandered further than he usually did. Through corridors and hallways unknown, until he reached a room that was high and domed and had a ceiling of glass - now partly darkened because of the snow layer on top. Wandering, coiling plants climbed up the iron beams of the walls and it took Bren a moment to realise that he was in a greenhouse.
And that he wasn't alone there.
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❝ Well- last time I checked, these gardens were for everyone around here, including someone who looks to be in need of some fresh air, ❞ His eyebrow remained raised, hands now folded across one another over his chest. Sure, he knew folks around here could be a pain in the ass, stuck up, snobby. It would not be the first time that he was kicked out of a room after a good romp- metaphorically speaking, of course.
❝ and pray tell, where in the world do you need to go then, if not your classes? ❞ That was the only answer Molly expected, and granted, he would take it for the truth. It was none of his business to get his nose stuck in the affairs of others - fuck, he did not even want that. Not that he had his own problems to looks after, but he liked to be away from any sort of drama around the academy.
Nah, he liked to be out here, especially with spring around the corner. Flowers, trees blossoming - yes, that is what dragged him out of his dorm room & kept him far away from any of the classrooms.
❝ As a matter of fact, you look like you can't even move towards anything, ❞ he followed up with a soft snort. ❝ C'me on- what's up? ❞
He could move. Surely he could move. It just hurt like a bitch and he didn't want people to see him whince like a child. His back would be streaked red by now, the welts of the belt that Ikithon had used to teach him discipline. His legs would have his handprints, from where he had gripped hard enough to bruise.
"Nothing. Fell during a training round."
He had fallen, so it wasn't a lie. He didn't count it at a lie, at least, not when it was at least close to the truth. That he had fallen because he had been pushed, that Ikithon had told Wulf to throw him down, that part he left out - conveniently so.
"I just wanted to... enjoy..."
And he had wanted to be alone with his thoughts. But here he was. Not alone. And not wanting to be. Because who was he kidding - he felt alone all the fucking time and he needed... something more.
Something more than the emptiness.
Ouch- or well, it should have hurt, the jab. It didn't, oddly enough. Molly could just feel his shoulders raise in a simple shrug. It wasn't the first time someone asked him the same thing with a similar kind of ridicule in their tone.
❝ because I don't feel like it? ❞ That was it, his explanation he gave everyone. Even if he took the time to explain it properly, the tiefling doubted that anyone truly cared. They often pretended to listen, but their eyes and mind were elsewhere. He liked it like that. The last thing he needed was for these people to look at him with some kind of pity or whatnot.
He had no need for any of that. Not when life could be a lot more fun when you simply ignored what came previously.
❝ but if mister grumpy is intending to remain grumpy, best to leave you alone, huh ❞ Molly added with a sly grin, pushing himself back up. His tail moved a little uncomfortably from the back of the darned uniform he had to wear - a horrid, colourless thing. He preferred the clothes he had borrowed stolen. It fit him better, and at least he seemed to have a knack for altering his clothes to actually fit his limbs properly.
Bren's eyes and mind were nowhere else than on Mollymauk at the moment. He couldn't help it. It was so easy to look at him, he thought. To get lost in him. He wore academy clothes, but there was embroidery in some places. Slight hints at an individuality he could only dream of. A way to say I am different without speaking the words. Not that Molly looked like any of his classmates, but Bren liked that. Everywhere his eyes touched upon the tiefling, he found something else to study.
And studying, he did best.
"I am not grumpy," he said then, though he should have accepted that explanation because the alternative - the truth - was worse. He should let Mollymauk believe he was grumpy, be left alone. He didn't want to explain that actually, he was hurt. In both the sense of the body and the mind, and that he didn't know what to do, now.
"And you don't have to go. I can go. I shouldn't even be here."
He shouldn't be. He should be in class indeed, far away from these tempting gardens and the tempting man within its walls but here he was, not moving an inch.
So the little flame had more fire in him than he made it look like, curious. Not many were around this hour of day- it wasn't exactly anything scientific figuring out the schedules of most students around. Again- not much he truly cared for. Darogna had tried to usher him to attend some classes. Or well, till she hadn't. Not that he didn't have a bit of magic in his fingers, but apparently she had deemed him not good enough?
Not that he really cared. It was during combat that he found out what gave him his strengths. The first time he had seen blood drip down onto the floor and ice shatter he'd felt so confused. Not as confused to immediately run towards the library and look up what it was. Hah, thankfully he had the other students explain most of it to him.
Still didn't make a lot of sense, but alas. - was that why DaRogna was so interested in him? His powers? Whatever the fuck they were?
❝ my domain? Fuck, I wish, ❞ he snorted, shaking his head. ❝ and hardly, but seeing no one else is around, I still have the brains to make a somewhat educated guess. ❞
Bren had never been docile. Yes, perhaps Ikithon had made him so. But before that, he had simply been kind. And he hadn't needed to be submissive, or quiet, or demure. He just had never had reason to snap. Nowadays, he felt like he was at risk of snapping every single moment.
He hated that feeling.
"If you have brains, why are you never in class?" It was a jab, and a mean one, and he hadn't meant it. But the words still spilled from his lips. He wondered how this school had turned him so cruel in such little time. He wondered how he would have responded before. The old Bren. Former Bren. He might have asked him what his guess was. Might have offered to walk with him.
"Sorry," he said, then. "Pay me no mind. I am having a terrible day."
That was no lie, and perhaps he would even go so far as to say it was an underestimation of what had happened to him - what happened to him every time Ikithon called on him for private lessons.
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❝ You look a damn mess- ❞ hands rested on his hips, a smirk lingered on Molly's lips. He'd watched, more observant than people would give him credit for & he let them. Mollymauk didn't care what others thought of him. Ever since he had been brought to Soltryce by DaRogna when she had found him in the woods - cold, naked, shivering. Well, folks knew he wasn't exactly a willing student around. He got food, lodgings. He managed to sneak out plenty of times to find his entertainment elsewhere. Who cared? ❝ What are you even doing around here? ❞ His head tilted, a curl caressing his own cheek. Crimson eyes gazed down in curiosity- it killed the cat, he knew. Or well, he had heard the phrase thrown around a few times. He wasn't dead, yet. Or, wait, no, he already had been dead once, no? That's why DaRogna kept him around. She wanted to find out how he had crawled out of that grave with only the word empty falling from his mouth. Weird woman, but hey, he lived a life more luxurious than he'd known - maybe? ❝ usually you and the others have some lectures to run to. ❞"
He was a mess. He knew that much. He didn't remember the last time he wasn't. Maybe that first dat at the school, when everything was new. Everything was shiny. Everything was perfect. He had since learned that it really, really wasn't. But he was in too deep now. And what could he do.
He knew Mollymauk Tealeaf. He wasn't sure if there was anyone who didn't know him. Never in lectures, always nearby. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't intruiging, but he had stayed far away until now. Maybe because he knew that, if he came too close, he would be into him.
Maybe because, if he came too close, he wouldn't know how to stop.
"Is the garden your domain, now?" he asked, cocking his head a little bit. "I didn't know you were so intimately acquainted with my schedule.
every word i say is a kindling,
but the smoke clears when you're around
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for @reverouge
He had wanted to go to this school. He reminded himself of that every single day. He had wanted the library, the books, the classes. He had wanted the knowledge, and the wisdom, and whatever came with that - the power. He just had never realised that with getting all that, he would be paying a price, too.
Naive, because of course he had to pay a price.
Molly had seen him before, of course. Bren Ermendrud was hard to miss. His red hair and his lanky boy and the fact that he was Ikithon's favourite made him stand out from the crowd. And even if one missed him - after all, Tieflings had terrible eyesight - he was generally followed by whispers.
Gossip. Envy. Interest. Need.
Many people wanted Bren. Molly knew that, because they told him. He was the type of person that people told things to. Like how they had heard sounds from Ikithon's office. Like how they had seen Bren scramble out. And when he found him, in the garden, he really looked like someone who had scrambled out indeed.
Part of his shirt was still untucked in the back.
Guy that sleeps completely upright or starfished out — no in between
