#corporalbolin

Send “♩♫” for a started based on the next song on my playlist1901 — Phoenix

     ”Counting all different ideas drifting away      Past and present they don’t matter      Now the future’s sorted out      Watch her moving in elliptical patterns      Think it’s not what you say      What you say is way too complicated      For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out”

   The island was hot that day, and it was one of those days Korra felt thankful for the loose airbending clothes she wore as she trained her last element. They had more ventilation than her Water Tribe outfit that was designed to help her keep warm in the coldest of weather.

   Jinora and Bolin were with her, the former bending air through the gates so she could practice flowing through them — like the leaf — and the latter just watching before they left for pro-bending practice. And —

   "Did you see that?" Korra practically gasped. "I did it! I — I made it through!"

   And because Bolin was the closest person to her, she launched herself into his arms.

It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

The sun was tucked away nicely behind dark, dank rainclouds. It had been pouring all day. Usually, Asami would be at work at this time of day, but it was her day off. Although the weather was less than perfect, she wasn't going to let a few drops of rain keep her from utilizing her limited freedom.

She was going to have lunch at Air Temple Island with Korra hopefully Mako and Bolin if they were around. Stepping off her private boat and smiling at the driver, she began to make her way up the stairs to the buildings and temples. Silently, Asami was thankful for her umbrella because her hair would have not been cooperating if it was soaking wet.

However, under one of the trees, she saw a familiar figure crouched and lightly shuddering. Under closer inspection, she saw it to be Bolin. He looked positively heartbroken and soaked through with rain. Asami leaned down and tilted her head, trying to make sure it was Bolin she was looking at.

"Normal people don’t get nearly as much privacy time as you do…so no."

"What makes you think I get privacy time so much? I am the General of a fleet, so I'm mostly on a ship with hundreds of other officers. When I'm home I'm the Prince of the Fire nation, guarded at all times and doing my Princely duties. I rarely get privacy. 

But when I do, and my dick is hard, there is usually someone around who takes care of it for me.

☣:A pet peeve about roleplayingThe language. I love to write, I love to play, I have a lot of idea in my mind about Wu, his life, his fears, his aspirations, etc; but write in english block me *deep sigh*

✔:A plot you would love to play out with your characterI would love to play a double date between Korra/Asami-Wu/Mako, and I would really really love to play with a Mako Wu and Mako goodbye - I love angst - 

She turns her head away, and pushes the note toward him again. It's a simple written apology, but she knows it might not be enough. It's the most she can think to do at the moment, though.

       This is more difficult than she might have guessed. But... she has to do it. She owes him that much.       "Bolin---?"