#:q

it's introduced with Frenchie suggesting that "he's cut off at least two more of your toes, hasn't he?" as an offscreen action that Frenchie is supposing took place – do we believe this? it's in question! BUT NO, next Izzy scene we've got Ed "and that's another toe. take your boot off" and it's INSANE that this is true, that the most abhorrent thing to happen in all of s1 has been happening casually, not even where we can see it, and with regularity, on the Breakup Boat Of Horrors

take your boot off take your boot off TAKE YOUR BOOT OFF, Izzy's just been fucking DOING IT when Ed says so. in 1x10 Ed had to ambush him in the night and it was the moral event horizon and in 2x01 now Izzy's helping him do it (for fear of his own life, the crew's, Edward's)

@rotinthedark​ asked: "Take your shirt off." Amused by the immediate reaction, Sebastian snorted. "Not like that. You look tense." His hands were held up with visible heat distortion. "I want to try something." Only once Mako gave the go-ahead by complying did he settle behind him and start to massage his heated hands along his back. He'd done it before, but admittedly... Mako's back was nicer than any gang member's, by far. "This help?" He hoped so. The guy was a /boulder/, he was so stiff.

“What?”

Immediate surprise flickers over his expression, brows furrowing from Sebastian’s initial words before listening to him speak more. Tense? Well... To be fair, Mako couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t been tense; from his time on the streets, to when he was pro-bending captain, and of course, even now as an officer. Stiff muscles were chronic at this point; a point of discomfort that was just a part of his daily life. It was so ingrained in his person that he was momentarily put off by Sebastian actively noticing it.

“Uh...” Gold eyes flickered towards open palms, noting increased heat wafting from it, a small frown pulling at his lips; hand rubbing his shoulder. A heat massage? There wasn’t really anything wrong with that, he figured, even if a piece of him felt bad, even if it was offered in his free will. “Well... Alright.”  The firebender pulls his faded white shirt over his head in a swift motion, balling it in his palms as he seated himself careful, back facing the other.

When did their relationship change to the point where Mako felt comfortable showing him his back at the slightly provocation? Without even a twinge of worry about his well-being; knowing that he wouldn’t be hurt? It happened both so quickly and so slowly, creeping up on him until he couldn’t think of a time where he wouldn’t trust him.

He inhaled sharply as hot hand touch his back and begin to knead into hard muscles, something that was a mix between pain and relief wafting through him. It felt... amazing. Really highlighting exactly how stressed he was on the daily, of how stiff and unmoving his muscles had become. Shoulders lost their tension, eyes sliding shut as he exhaled a low, long sound, a hum passing by his lips.