#gravitysheart

              But something about the question leaves her feeling uneasy, something about how close he is, about how she remembers when she almost killed him, when she almost destroyed the avatar line. Some part of her knows she should feel guilty for it, that she should apologize and pray he’s merciful enough not to doom her to the same fate as her dad but she just  d o e s n ’ t … No part of her feels glad nor guilty nor anything. It just happened and now they’re standing here and Zuzu is fire lord.

                                     ❛      you’re  the  NEW  GIRL,          right  ?     ❜                    voice  is  smooth  like  honey  as  he  settles  next  to  the  other  at  the  lunch  table.                   he  extends  a  hand  over  to  her  with  his  SIGNATURE  CROOKED  SMILE.                    ❛     i’m  augustus  waters.                resident  one  legged  smartass.    ❜  //  @gravitysheart

          ❝ Audrey? ❞  Aurora’s voice is small and unsure as she moves closer to her daughter. Her daughter. Yes, that won’t ever change, even if she’s a terrible mother. The tears in her eyes fall down her face and blur her gaze but Audrey’s waking up, she’s gonna be okay, right?  ❝ Oh my darling, I’m so so sorry. ❞  She wants to hug her, wants to hold her and promise that from now on she will always protect her but she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to, if that wouldn’t be going too far. Instead she holds her hand, head shaking softly.  ❝ I promise I’ll be better from now on. I promise I won’t let it come to this again. ❞  No. No more sleeping curses for them, oh lord, please have mercy.

          ❝ Should I go over? I almost feel bad for him… ❞  Well, not that anyone needs their younger sister to save them from a breakup but… Fatemah bites her lip. She does feel bad.

             With a gesture he air bends himself onto Aang’s elbows and leans his head against his dad’s.  ❝ Tell me  o n e  of those stories. I wanna hear ALL of them! ❞  And he knows he can’t quite hear all of them, at least not tonight, it will take time to learn them, just like it took time to learn the basics of air bending but he wants to know, he wants EVERYTHING about the stars in the sky and the stories about the people who were once papa’s friends and who aren’t here anymore, at least not like they once were.

             Dmitry holds out his hand to her, makes a little bow in jest.  ❝ If your highness is sure she wants to risk it, I would be happy to accompany you in this dance. ❞  It’s all overly polite, the words spoken in the best fake french accent he can come up with from hearing Vlad, but he doesn’t laugh again.

a grin curled at his lips hearing his bandmate’s words. “you write WORSE than me, and that’s saying a lot.” and soon enough he’s laughing. not because he’s trying to be mean or anything. but he didn’t have good handwriting either, and yet, luke’s managed to be worse than his. it was a funny thought.