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@lihngchi
𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 —— !
private, very low - activity rp blog for [ mai ] of a:tla. cut by [ goose ] . she / her, 25+, europe — dni unless 21+ . extremely canon divergent from the comics, not affiliated with the a:tla rpc .
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first time meetings & icebreakers: volume iii | accepting | @lihngchi asked: ❝ can i bum a smoke? i got a light if you need it. ❞ for skyler maybe? goths! goths! goths! goths!
Blue hues land on an unfamiliar face, then they trail to the pack of cigarette’s in his hand that he had been about to put up because his lighter was refusing to light. The lighter not wanting to light had to be some kind of fate because if his father and sister knew that he’d been about to smoke, they’d probably be disappointed ( to be young and make dumb choices with ones life ). Hand holds out the pack, one cigarette up and waiting to be snagged from the pack.
❝ Go for it. ❞ Expression is as flat as ever, blue hues trained back on another but no emotions really being portrayed in those deep blue depths. ❝ My lighter refused to light. Thanks. ❞
❝ I noticed, ❞ she intones flatly, taking the one offered to her. Were she anyone else, she might smile at the luck; instead she lifts it in thanks. ❝ Likewise — needed this today. ❞
When his catches and ignites, she takes her matte black zippo back and lights her own.
While she had to make a trade for the slender cigarette settled between her fingers, she navigates the silent ritual with fluency; fire springs from her lighter at first spark and catches quickly, and with each drag she drinks in the smoke without choking on even the slightest cough. Perhaps the only detail that this is unusual comes in the look she spares over her shoulder to ensure that her cheery shadow hasn't followed, stealing furtive glances across the courtyard. ( Mai may not believe in energy or auras or whatever, but Ty Lee's obvious concern ruins what's meant to be a relaxed atmosphere. )
Ty lee has plenty of reasons to be skittish, and if she still cared, her own heart might be racing double time, too, wondering if she'd get in trouble or, worse, caught by her parents somehow. A career politician and his devoted wife, it would practically be a national emergency if they ever saw their prim paper doll as she is now, with ash flakes curling at her feet.
Idly, her gaze goes back to him. At a guess, he probably doesn't need to skulk around to enjoy a moment of peace out here. Lucky guy.
am i the only one having trouble uploading images/icons?
#ARDENTSOLIS. let us see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings. i have been burned already, and yet here i am again.
indie multimuse. indie. priv. sel. mutuals only. 18+. adored by em. revamped june 2022. c
finally back here and poking around in my drafts. like this if you want something ( a starter, an ask, something to get interaction tbd on my energy level )
it hasn't been that long, maybe a little over a year, and, yet, this trip is already worlds apart from their last one. this time, the dangerous, silky voice of their leader isn't commanding them onto the handball court, and she's not trading snipes under the shade of her parasol. just her and ty lee and the pristine beaches of ember island.
one thing, of course, hasn't changed: the double takes and stares her friend gets from flouncing around with unnecessary pep in her step. mai, for the most part, holds her tongue, no matter how much she'd like to gut each and every one of them with flying daggers to carve out a moment for just themselves to relax.
she grimaces at the latest beach bro to try and casually stalk their haunt, looking for his opportunity to swoop in, and evidently ty lee notices the reaction, and preemptively launches into an explanation/justification, but mai cuts her off. she's not owed that, nor are they tethered together, unable to enjoy their own pursuits for the weekend.
this is about a vacation on their own terms, after all.
❝ go, if you want to; i've got my book, ❞ suffocating under her deathly grip, ❝ and a drink --- i'm all set. ❞
@luxcruor liked for a starter !
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wahoo first atla art! i draw them way less than i should,,,my children,,,also man i Struggled with the background for this one lmao and you can tell
@lihngchi
@lihngchi asked : ❝ whatever you’re going through right now, it’s none of my business. ❞
coming from anyone else, the harshness to her words would have his defenses going up— hackles raised like a threatened polar - bear dog in a sort of power game he has absolutely no interest in playing ( of course it’s none of your business ). coming from mai… it’s almost expected, such that he finds comfort in the predictableness of her, this sharp - edge nature that doesn’t quite manage to cut. he does not like it all the same ( zuko breathes out a frustrated sigh, looks at her with a raised eyebrow ), but who would blame him for leaning into the known, for taking the coldness and turning it over and over like a child would with a toy, until he finds a soft spot? he’s smart enough to not think she doesn’t mean it, but he considers her words over and over, trying to find an opening. ❝ no one’s forcing you to stay and listen to me, you know? ❞
* from : our flag means death starters ! [ not accepting ]
he's hunched over, shoulders bowed under the invisible weight he carries. when he folds in on himself like this, his gaze goes to the night sky, searching for agni-knows-what, and the weak moonlight gilds the planes of his worn, upturned face in a whisper of silver. it's a familiar scene, one she's seen countless times by now. he's always got something to agonize over.
once, she'd go to him, try to ground him by gently but firmly taking his chin and redirecting his attention, or pressing a reassuring kiss to the hard drawn line of his mouth — something to pull him from the hypotheticals he'd otherwise drown in. it only worked some of the time, other times he'd shake her off to seethe, but, no matter the success to failure ratio, she can't exactly try that tactic anymore. doesn't want to, she reminds herself.
the short distance from where she sits reclined on the chaise and he perches at the window feels as expansive as several li.
at least one constant still holds true : she's plenty capable of fucking up these moments and sending him spiraling into an even fouler mood. mai sighs, like giving up, and turns her head to look up at the intricate woodwork of the ceiling.
❝ you don't think i know where the door is? ❞ she intones, a challenge without venom. remember this : she's perfectly capable of cutting off conversation with a curt exit or swiftly putting it down with an arsenal of scathing remarks and bored inattention. occasionally, she'd even turned these tactics on him way back when, and, while she's trying to be better ( whatever that means ), she doesn't blunt her edge for him, either, and that's not about to change just because it's been a few years since they talked this deeply, or because he's the fire lord now.
funny how after all the years ( in some ways ) they've settled into old routines like carts finding ruts in the road.
even down to the moments of disconnect.
she doesn't know how to feel about it but, then, she supposes that some things never change. ( is that a comfort, or something to despair? ) she blows strands from the harsh line of her bangs up with a quick, intentional puff of air.
❝ so, you want to continue, or what? ❞
No you don’t understand those are my emotional security concealed knives
i was born aflame , i believe . a sun so intentional . a sun in repose , a sun in continuous sunset , sinking into the ground .
here to say fuck ukano, specifically
#REWRITTN : independent, private, highly selective ns.fw free oc - muse. Written by Blossom ( she / her, 23 ).
been working on this for the better part of seven hours so i kind of gave up on some of the graphics at the end but !!! i finally got the mumu up, looook !!!!
surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of lihngchi
reply speed ≠ my interest in our thread / plot / or you, in general.
anyways, i noticed my account was messed up back when i came to post this for the first time. picked up dragon age origins again after a bajilion years and might’ve been inspired in the character design choices ;)
