#rghelicity

Jettatura: If they could place a magical curse on their worst enemy, what would they want the curse to do?

well first i’ve gotta figure out who his worst enemy even is. i wanna say hyunjin, but then again he doesn’t really hate hyunjin for anything except the war, and even then it’s less a hatred for the emperor and more a hatred for his element as a whole, and the nature of its people, if that makes sense? like, he hates the fact that the fire nation is waging war and trying to conquer the world for no real reason except for power.

but if he did have a single person as his “worst enemy,” he would probably want a curse that would slowly drag them into despair. he’d want them to repeatedly cling onto tiny shreds of hope and then have them tugged away, until they had absolutely nothing left.

Scripturient: Are they a good writer? What do they usually write, if anything?

prompt: “I thought you were dead.”

surya probably thought that people shouldn’t be able to survive in the badlands. what they didn’t seem to count on were the monsters who did — who crawled out of hell coated in liquid fire dancing in their throats, grit and grime and blood coated under their nails, the last vestiges of the burning earth smouldering their feet.

mikhail was never supposed to survive at all —it amazed him, even now, that he’d managed to live this long, and know so many who hadn’t.and it was with great pleasure that he recognised the face that greeted him upon a visit to tempestade — a place he had only ever heard about, and a place he had never known in its full glory — and for her he reserved a proud smile, despite it being hidden behind the thick cloth of his mask.

“i thought you were dead,” she told him, and to her he wanted to say the same.

“i thought i told you to stay out of trouble,” cero stated instead, hands in his pockets, refusing to extend any form of physical affection just yet. the badlands made them grow up too quickly. “what’s this i hear with you fighting in the war?”

“you’re one to talk.” helicity gave a pointed look at his uniform, to which he laughed again.

“point taken.” cero found himself crossing the distance between them, tugging the mask down and displaying the smug little grin that was so characteristic of him that without it he could not call himself ‘cero’ at all. finally, he spread his arms for a hug, ready to receive her in them — an overdue reunion. 

prompt: “Come over here and makeme.”

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if there was anythingthat cain did not and could not tolerate, it was disrespect. perhaps he was tooused to it – even in his starting days as a seaman, he expected respect from both his superiors and his fellowmen, thoughthe latter could be subjected to fear if need be. and as the war raged on, hefound that a firm hand was needed in keeping everyone on the same task, andthus towards victory. it was how he had managed to help defend the navalterritory of elv, and promptly expand it, despite the process being tedious.

so he would not allowany little voice from the group of men and women temporarily assigned for himto train.

he strode with purpose,and although his vision was somewhat blurry, his hearing did not fail him. hishand shot out towards the girl, fist tightening around her collar. cain did notsay a single word, and roughly pulled on the uniform as he returned to thecentre of the makeshift ring of officers, intending to have her in tow.

“today, we’re going to focus on waterbending,” cainrepeated, his earlier tone never having an ounce of the momentary burst ofanger that he had felt then. he let go of the cloth in his hand and finallyturned to the officer before him – something about her seemed familiar, but ifcain could not remember immediately, then she was not worth remembering at all.