#glimoon

❝ your highness ❞ fists press together as aang dips in a deep bow , the greeting a show of respect fit for the royalty before him. on the floor , momo mimics the gesture ( though the lemur doesn't understand why they're bowing , he has the right spirit ). ❝ thank you for inviting us. we're always happy to help the kingdom of bright moon however we can. ❞ he speaks for himself , momo , and appa waiting outside castle walls.

❝ no ,  no ,  i'm fine.  really. ❞       the way the princess's voice pitches up nearly an octave indicates otherwise.       ❝ there's just been so much rain lately that practically everything is growing out of control and ha ha !   i can't get it to stop !   me !   the plant princess !! ❞       twinkling of giggles transitions to something bordering on manic before softening to a more serious tone.

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘 𝗬𝗔𝗣 ㅤ| ㅤ@glimoon

she's silent at first, fingers threading gently through glimmer's hair. the brush sits, discarded, on her lap, as she opts to smooth the rest of her hair down with her hand. once it's appropriately ... queen-like, mina pulls away, and glances down at the glitters left against the tips of her fingers. watches how they still sparkle in the sunlight streaming in through the window, despite how much glimmer herself seems to have dimmed lately. with a soft hum, she leans closer, lips pressing softly against the crown of her head.

❛ i know. it's hard. and it's not fair. ❜

she knows it's not quite the same, really, when you compare the two of them. amina and her parents never had the same — tumultuous relationship that glimmer and angella seemed to always have, and what she knows must be weighing heavy on glimmer's shoulders now. but it's not quite different, either, is it? her parents may have lacked angella's immortality, but she'd never thought they'd be gone as early as they were, as suddenly as it happened. and she misses them, but ... the memories have started to crumble under her fingers already. she wishes she could remember better. wishes she could have somehow known, back then, and willed her younger self to commit more of them to memory, so she wouldn't just be left with pieces now.

( already, sometimes, she can't quite remember the sound of her mother's voice. she hopes it takes a long time for that to happen to glimmer. )

❛❛   ‘    hey   glimmer.     ‘   ❜❜     his   voice   is   ｓｌｙ,     disguised   with   faux   interest   as   they   meet   in   the   courtyard,     already   covered   with   a   layer   of   undisturbed   snow   as   more   falls.     his   plan   is   WELL   LAID,     ready   to   lure   her   into   the   trap   he   and   sokka   had   set   when   they   saw   the   first   flakes   falling   from   the   sky.     ❛❛   ‘    i   taught   momo   a   NEW   TRICK!     did   you   want   to   see?               he’s   just   over   there.     ‘   ❜❜     the   avatar   gestures   in   sokka’s   direction,     trying   to   hide   the   smile   that   has   crept   over   his   features   [   𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆   𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓   𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏   𝒂   𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅   𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓   ].

80′s music. / accepting. / @hopelass​​

         ❛ you think? ❜ chris twists around in the mirror, a contemplative look on her face as a mop of blonde hair from her ponytail flops into her eyes from the movement. she doesn’t move it away, instead glancing at her girlfriend in the mirror with a bright smile, her eyes shining with affection. ❛ you know, for some reason, i didn’t actually think we were this close to the same size! ❜

        tiff’s clothes don’t fit perfectly, of course, but they do fit well enough. chris can’t even really remember what led to them getting here in the first place. it had been some sort of joke about how different their styles were that had turned into playful taunting, that she can definitely remember, but her mind ( and lips ) are still buzzing after what had followed — it had been a conversation about clothes swapping after all — so the memory’s a liiiittle fuzzy. but now they’re here, and she’s gotta say, the results are interesting.

        with another glance in the mirror, she does have to admit that tiff definitely has a point. she’s not one to go for the darker colours and stylish clothes tiff usually wore, normally opting for something bright and bold to pair with her favourite pair of overalls or a comfy pair of jeans, but it doesn’t look half bad on her. this shade of red is really cute, actually.

        hm. she might have to ask if she can borrow something for their next concert, actually. 

        that isn’t what matters right now, though, as she watches tiff finish buttoning up her shirt over her shoulder in the mirror, chest thrumming with anticipation. before her girlfriend can even say anything, she spins around, eyes bright with excitement, her face splitting into a wide grin the second she takes her in. 

        ❛ YOU LOOK SO CUTE! ❜ she shouts, bounding over to the other girl and sweeping her up in her arms, peppering her face with soft kisses. it’s not the first time she’s seen her girlfriend in outfits like this — most of her aerobics and dance clothes are in similar bright colours — but something about seeing her in such a familiar outfit sends flutters through her stomach. 

        she kisses at her cheeks again with a laugh before she reaches up to her own hair, crimped blonde hair falling to her shoulders in a cloud as she tugs the scrunchie from her ponytail, reaching for tiff’s brown locks the second it’s in her hand. 

        ❛ wait, it’s not a me outfit unless you do this! ❜

        she gathers half of her hair in her hands, taking a minute to comb her fingers through the soft strands, before she ties it into a small ponytail high on her head. the style looks silly and out of place and still beautiful on tiff, and chris’ smile grows even larger as she fluffs the strands around her face. 

𝐖𝐇𝐘   𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇   𝐀   𝐉𝐎𝐁   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓   𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃   𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃   𝐈𝐒   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄,     𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃.       bow   was   currently   working   on   a   surprise   for   glimmer   [   some   kind   of   friendship - i - versary   that   she   doesn’t   really   understand   ]    and   adora   is   to   keep   her   busy   today.     so,     as   glimmer   exits   her   most   recent   commander   meeting   adora   is   stationed   at   the   door   with   a   dorky   salute.        ❛   𝚊𝚑  !!   𝚘𝚑𝚑𝚑   𝚑𝚎𝚢   --      𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛   !!      𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢   𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎…   ❜      adora   blanks,     awkward   laughter   as   she   fiddles   with   her   fingers.        ❛     𝚠--   𝚞𝚑𝚑…      𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,     𝚠𝚎   𝚞𝚖𝚖…   𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑   𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎    𝚜𝚘…   𝚒   𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢?     𝚞𝚑𝚑,     𝚢𝚘𝚞   …   𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚗𝚘𝚠?    ❜      she   strokes   her   chin   with   her   fingers,     smiling   crookedly.