xiaolan

This is a semi-private role-play blog for the youngest daughter of youcanbesoinfuriating​ and wellthatsattractive​. 

[tularyn]

[firebenderxiaolan]

          finally picked a little animated face claim for xiao; even though she doesn't have the right hair colour but meh, beggars can't be choosers. she is really excited a certain someone followed us back though.

[youcanbesoinfuriating-deactivat]

Kneeling down next to the tub, he glanced over his shoulder when Xiaolan ran out of the bathroom to do as he said. He was glad that taking care of her wasn’t exactly a chore for him. It seemed whenever he asked her to do something without having to ask twice. Everyone else seemed to have her protest in some way. Granted Mako knew that she sort of protested as he walked to the bathroom but she didn’t do anything more than wriggle. But if Merida was the one to try and get her to take a bath then Xiaolan would have whined a little about it. 

When she ran back in dropped her nightgown onto the floor he turned around and picked it up as he stood up. He placed it by the sink and squatted in front of her. He tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Picking her up Mako made her stand and then began to undo the fastenings holding her pants together. Soon he had them pooled around her feet but that didn’t last long either. He lifted her up again and placed her into the tub. “That warm enough for you?”

[firebenderxiaolan]

When her feet hit the water she almost pulled her feet back up and kicked them, but she restrained herself. That was mostly because there was no way she would get out of her father's grasp. Sitting in the lukewarm water Xiaolan shook her head, the tips of her curls getting wet already as they were already passed her waist in length. “Too cold,” She determined as she tilted her head and kicked her legs in the water – not much, not enough to make a decent splash. She really didn't like sitting still for long. She actually almost leaned forward to turn the hot tap on the bathtub so that hotter water would have poured out into the water to make it warmer, but her father's firm words from the last time she had tried something so reckless played in her head again. She knew that it was wrong and she wasn't allowed to touch the taps in the bathroom. Shifting back a little in the water, the rubbing motion on the tub causing a squeak to fill the air, she looked at her father and waited for him to adjust the temperature for her.

[awkward-nerd]

[youcanbesoinfuriating-deactivat]

Hearing her cheer and say that he was correct made him mentally sigh. If he had gotten it wrong then he could already imagine the pouting that would be going on. Upsetting Xiaolan wasn’t something that Mako liked doing. Well, he didn’t like upsetting any of his kids but Xiaolan especially. Merida always teased him that he always babied Xiaolan more than May or Shang. 

Kissing the top of her head, he picked her up as he said, “Come on, Spitfire, time for your bath.” Merida wasn’t suppose to be off her shift yet and he had told her that he would give Xiaolan her bath before she came up to tuck their youngest into bed. Making his way into the bathroom he sat her down on the toilet seat lid and began to fill the tub with warm water. “Go and get your nightgown,” Mako said as he ruffled her already messed up hair.

[firebenderxiaolan]

          The minute Mako moved from where he was sitting and picked her up into his arms she knew that this was heading in one of two directions. Either she was going to be bathed... or she was going to get put to bed. Instantly she began to wriggle in the older firebender's arms. She wasn't tired yet and she knew that when she was bathed and ready for bed that she would be tired.           “But---” Xiaolan protested as she moved her tiny hands against his arms. If there was anything she hated it was having to go to bed earlier than her older siblings. Although it was only an hour or two before Shang or Mayumi went to bed, it still seemed unfair to the little redhead. She sighed, however, when it became adamant that she wasn't going to get her own way. Not even having to force a pout, she watched as he began to fill the bathtub with water for her bath. A loud sigh, prominent to show how she felt, exhaled from her lips before she nodded and jumped down from where he sat her. “Kay.”           With that Xiaolan left the bathroom and made her way across to bedroom where she began to pull a small yellow nightdress from the middle drawer. Quickly she turned around and made her way towards the bathroom again and dropped it in the middle of the bathroom floor as she then climbed back onto the toilet seat and looked at her father. She didn't say a thing – but began to kick her legs a little back and forth as she waited for him to make the next move.

[tularyn]

[youcanbesoinfuriating-deactivat]

"Of course I like it." He always liked it when his children made him things. Xiaolan was really the only one that did that though. Shang was too busy trying to get his or Merida’s attention and Mayumi was too busy impressing his brother with her bending. He looked at each figure as she pointed them out. Really Mako wouldn’t have guessed those were her older siblings but if she said they were then he would believe her. When she wanted him to guess who the one she pointed to was he had no idea what to say. "Uh, you?" It was a guess and he hoped it was right. There were only so many other people she could have drawn in this picture of hers.

[firebenderxiaolan]

                                       “Y a y.” The excitement poured out of her quicker than anyone would have expected from her. A very fiery and active child she could barely sit still for five minutes. The picture was something she had worked hard on. It may have looked like scribbles and mess to the untrained eye, but if you looked with enough imagination you would see that the tallest scribble was indeed holding the smallest scribble (with a very wonderful mass of red crayon hair)’s hand.             “Yes!” Her voice squeakier and louder than expected,              she nodded her head and wrapped her small arms around              Mako’s neck before pressing her lips into his cheek.                               “I’m glad you like it, Daddy.”        The only problem was now her mother was going to make her go to bed… She may have had her father wrapped around her little finger but her mother knew better.

[youcanbesoinfuriating-deactivat]

Turning his eyes away from the newspaper, he was a little taken aback when he was presented with a piece of paper. Since it was from Xiaolan he already guessed that it was something she had made. There were many times he came home to her rushing to meet him at the door with some sort of drawing she had made at some point during the day. And of course Mako smiled at her and told her how much he liked them.

Folding the newspaper back up he, he put it down on the table and picked his youngest up before setting her on his lap. He then took the card from her and smiled as he looked at it. “Thank you, Sweetie,” Mako said as he kissed the top of her head.

[firebenderxiaolan]

The golden eyed child was more than at home on her father’s lap. She was a complete daddy’s girl – always had been. Quiet for him, noisy for anyone else; the complete opposite from what her mother said about her brother and sister.      {mostly because it was rare to get Mayumi to shut up in the first place.}                              “Do you like it?” Xiaolan questioned as she lifted her head up and looked at her father expectedly. He often told her that he enjoyed the pictures she had made for him. They may leave a lot to the imagination but to the little girl they were stories of adventures. “See;” She scooted on his lap to get closer to the picture in Mako’s hand. “T h e r e,” Her little finger pressed into the card and smudged the pencil drawing,      “Is daddy,” Xiaolan’s red curls bounced on her lap as she couldn’t keep still.             “That’s Shangy, and that’s May---“ And five guesses to the last one.

[firebenderxiaolan]

para: Happy Father's Day;

                 The little redhead tugged on her father’s shirt before lifting the small handwritten/made card up towards him.

                 It was  b a d l y  drawn, Xiaolan was proving to be a rather poor artist; but you could forgive her for her age. “Happy Father’s Day,” She mused happily – not at all caring for the state of her present as her lips curved into a giant smile. She was proud regardless – she had taken all morning on it.

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IN PROFILE: Ophelia Lovibond Wonderland Magazine June 2014 Photographer Jessie Craig