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From X: NOT ACCEPTING

“ Chaos.” It’s all darkness, the bitter taste of smooth melted chocolate with the tang of cherry, sinful in that one word. Sharp is his gaze, as black as the night, drowning in all of its focus. Deadly. Seductive. He’s the Number One Hitman in the World. 

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     As did he, truth be told. Both Amir and Miriam had been kind to him, with their generosity extending beyond what Mahad would have ever expected. The priest had no memory of his own parents, save for the faintest recollection of a song, but that hardly filled the void their absence had created in the mage. Amaria’s parents, however? They’d all but treated him as a son, something which had filled Mahad with a warmth that he’d never known previously.

     Though now, it felt as if something cold had settled into his chest, snuffing out some of the heat.

     “I... may be able to arrange something,” the priest murmured as he sat alongside Amaria, arms circled around her in a gentle hug. Though the priest was normally careful of such contact, often becoming flustered when it came to anything that might be deemed as too intimate, such was far from his mind for the moment. Right now, Amaria needed someone to lean on - a shoulder to cry on, and a warm embrace to provide comfort. Besides that...

     Mahad found that he too was in need of such comfort. Amir deserved to be remembered, regardless. He had been a great and loyal warrior, and a loving husband and father to his wife and daughter. Given his own duties, it wouldn’t be difficult to ensure that Amir was given a resting place that he deserved. It was, he thought, the least that he could do for a man who had been as close to being a father to him as the priest had ever known.

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She caught him by surprise, which ironically wasn’t surprising in and of itself; somehow without fail Ameria just had a way of SHOWING UP with no sound or sign of warning. When her silhouette pressed into his peripheral, a minute jolt shot through his shoulders, and Zuko was twisting his torso to discover the culprit’s identity simultaneously with her calm words. Immediately, he relaxed in time to DISCERN what was being said; then, he had another reason to be SHEEPISH.

Accepting ATTENTION had never been his strong suit, and true even now when one hand brushing over his nape while he peered away. “Y-yeah, uhh—you heard RIGHT.” Which was hastily followed by a new motive, abruptly barked in a “But you don’t have to do anything—! Really, it’s—”

She cut him off with her own words—and that unmistakable amusement flashing through her gaze. Zuko blinked once at her, slow to comprehend first that she had gotten a gift at all, and next the apparent… “alive-ness” of the gift—? Was that what she meant? BOND with it—? His face pinched in a declaration of puzzlement while he accepted that hand, joined her on his feet.

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            uncertainty remains in zoro’s eye as he glances down to the feathery winged creature below him and back to the unwanted piece of bread he holds. he’d be a fool to not notice the oh-so-clearly wanting eyes of the duckling, hungry and needy of just a few crumbs... so he turns back to the stranger, a questioning tone inking his words,