#formedfrommist

@formedfrommist sent : To those who were already familiar with Tagah, it was easy to tell when he being pacific and when he was thirsty for blood and now was one of those moments. Eyes narrowed, his usually smile was gone replaced by lips that were pressed together in a thin line as he made his way towards the earth bender. He didn't want things to have ended like this but they had left him no choice and now.... now there was only one left. He stared at Toph, moving his head as to snap his neck. He despised earth benders and now he could finally put that one down. He passed over the body one of the younger ones..... Sokka, maybe, and prepared to put the girl out of her misery as swiftly as he had done the rest of them.

Toph's senses was on an overdrive , her wounded && broken body screamed at her to give up && collapse. But Toph refused - she is stubborn && proud - for that , she couldn't let her friends fight alone. With a wet, bloodied cough , her trembling hand reached for a boulder to support herself as she stand. The second her skin made contact , a blinding wave of seismic sense rippled throught her mind , mapping out every horrific things that happened to her surroundings. Toph's body stiffened as her sightless , bloodshot eyes widened. The ringing on her ears become louder as the truth slammed into her core. She tried to focus on their body , hoping && praying that there's at least a gentle heartbeat to show that her friends. her family is still with her .

❝ No. ❞ She chocked out as she had found none. A sudden chill broke out to her skin, as she swung her head towards where her friends lay. No , Please . Directly beside her rested , the familiar form of a firebender. The fierce , crackling of his pulse , was gone . Zuko was dead. Not far from him another unmoving body rest . The shallow water beneath him had muffled her sense at first but as the airbender approached her , the shifting of the tide , caused for the warrior's body to brush against the earth. Unresponsive. Lifeless. Sokka too was gone. && Out of desperation, she turned to look for the one remaining body she hasn't found yet , praying to the gods that katara might have survived , but there's none . No signs of where she was. Only Emptiness.

Her family was gone. && it was all / HIS / fault.

Silence , stretched between the them as toph stood there utterly unmoving. Her head hung low, her bangs veiling the silent tears that was shed from the world. Every breath she took was agony, the physical pain was nothing compared the loss she had recived . && When tagah had finally closed the distance, toph didn't even flinced , it was as if he was a ghost but the moment toph sensed his hands rising to grab her . In split second , something snapped in her

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The morning light poured in through the tall windows of Anna’s office, warm and golden across polished wood and neatly stacked correspondence. It should have felt comforting. Instead, to Elsa, it felt like she was under interrogation as she sat at Anna’s desk (because apparently her suffering was more authentic to Gerda if it happened in her sister’s chair) with one elbow braced against the armrest and her temple resting lightly against two gloved fingers. Her posture was regal enough to fool anyone passing by, but only barely. Beneath the polished exterior, she was losing a quiet and deeply personal battle against exhaustion.

Across from her stood Gerda… and in Gerda’s hands was a calendar.

Not just a calendar. The calendar. That dreadful, overstuffed, leather-bound instrument of torment that somehow always looked heavier than it should have been, as though it was fed by her suffering. Elsa was quite certain if she tossed it into the Arenfjord, it would sink straight to the bottom and poison the fish. She stared at it with the same wary distrust one should look at a cursed object.

“—followed by the trade delegation from Vesterland arriving at eleven,” Gerda was saying, turning a page. “They requested a private audience regarding winter shipping routes, though I have already informed them Your Majesty is only filling in temporarily.”

Elsa hummed softly, which she hoped sounded thoughtful and not like someone actively trying not to fall asleep. She’d been up before sunrise reviewing Anna’s correspondence, because ruling a kingdom didn’t pause simply because the queen had gone traveling to Chatho for two weeks to renegotiate a trade agreement and, according to her last letter, absolutely not get distracted by the markets this time. Elsa had her doubts. Now she was left with Anna’s duties and Gerda’s schedule. Which, frankly, felt like a cruel punishment for those fourteen years of sisterly neglect.

“After that,” Gerda continued, oblivious (or perhaps simply immune) to her suffering, “there is luncheon with Lord Peterssen and the northern farming council, then the review of the southern dock repairs, and at three—”

Elsa blinked slowly as her gaze drifted, just for a moment, toward the window beyond Gerda’s shoulder, where the Arenfjord glittered innocently in the distance. Peaceful. Vast. Deep enough, surely. One flick of ice beneath that monstrous book and—

“Your Majesty?”

Elsa straightened so quickly it was almost graceful. “Yes,” she said, far too quickly. “Of course. The docks.”

Gerda gave her that look she’d perfected over the years. A look that said she had known Elsa since childhood and could identify every single one of her evasions on sight.

Elsa offered the faintest smile. “I was listening.”

With the calm resignation of a woman who had survived two generations of this royal family Gerda simply turned another page. “Of course you were. At four o’clock, you are due to inspect the west barracks.”

Elsa let out a slow breath through her nose.

Two weeks. Anna would be gone for two weeks. She loved her sister dearly. She truly did. But if Anna returned from Chatho with gifts and stories about leisurely dinners while Elsa perished beneath the weight of this schedule, there would be words. Possibly several.

Her eyes dropped once more to the calendar. Yes. The Arenfjord was looking better and better.

from. @formedfrommist : 回 = patching a wound.

The situation wasn't dire nor the wound she had attained from fighting against rebel fire benders was that serious, it's just a simple burn on her forearm that katara could easily heal. The issues is , however katara wasn't around to provide the first aid she needs && instead she was left being tended by the same enemy that attempted - No. - actually murdered her few years ago. Her friends had already given him a ' pass ' , that the big , hulk, of Guy , Tagah is . Was currently in his path of redemption. Still despite Aang's assurance && the other's confirmation , Toph's walls are still impenetrable despite his obvious change , it mayhaps due to her partially claiming the blame of not ' figuring' his plans before that caused a lot of lives && destruction of republic city, or just that she had grown to be stubborn && tough like a brick, due to her role as the 'chief of police' of Republic City.

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Betrayal . is something toph knew he would invetable but it didn't mean it wouldn't hurt any less. The remnants of the chaos he had dawn upon republic city will take months && even years to heal && yet he still stood before them in act of forgiveness given by the avatar. When Toph was left to seal him into his metal prison , she had just stood outside of his cell. Sightless gaze never leaving the ground , not giving the airbender any sort of her attention.

“The floor loves you today. How many times will you kiss it?” X

The most irritating part wasn't how easily Tagah managed to get under her skin. No, the truly irritating part was how much she enjoyed it!

Every spar between them became two battles fought at once. The first was obvious—fists, feet, blades, and whatever absurd airbending trick he decided to pull out next. The second was waged through smirks, taunts, and carefully aimed provocations. Somehow, he was annoyingly skilled on both.

Still, Akali wasn't trying to win. That was not even the reason she would ask him to spar with Tagah. Every shuriken that missed him, every feint, every failed strike - they were tests.

Tagah fought unlike anyone she had ever encountered. His movements shared little with the Kinkou, less with the Order of Shadows, and nothing at all with the swordsmen who traced their teachings back to Master Souma. Even Wuju offered few comparisons beyond the sheer speed of it all. He wass impossible to pin down, at least, for now.

The moment her back touched the ground, Akali was already moving. She rolled with the fall and sprang back to her feet almost instantly, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of keeping her there.

"No thanks," she shot back. "I mean, it certainly is a preferable choice to kiss the grounds of Ionia than certain people." The corner of her eyes narrowed with amusement.

Despite her lack of success landing a decisive hit, she was gathering information with every exchange. Which side he favored. How he reacted to sudden pressure. The subtle ways he guided the wind around himself before committing to a movement. She didn't learn all she did within a single month, so Akali certainly did not expect to learn everything about airbending fight within a couple of weeks. Yet, patterns existed and she was good at catching them, even the tiny ones - in special the tiny ones.

Then an idea struck her.

Her kama hung from a length of reinforced cord, both weapon and tool. Usually it served to extend her reach or recover a throw. This time, however, she had something else in mind.

Akali launched the blade at an angle guaranteed to miss. The instant the air shifted to divert its path, she yanked the cord sharply, the kama curved away, causing it to arc to a different direction with the force she suddenly pulled at it, whipping around toward Tagah before he could fully react. The cord looped around his neck.

"Gotcha!" Beneath her mask, a victorious grin spread across her face. Only the triumphant sparkle in her reddish-brown eyes betrayed it as she planted her feet and pulled, savoring the brief satisfaction of finally catching the infuriating airbender. She was sure her victory would not last, but she would savoir every moment of it while it did.

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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

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what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter