#bladeslinger

[honorabledragon]

@bladeslinger said: ❛ can we just . . . not talk about this right now? ❜

Zuko looked over at Jet who stood by the vanity getting ready for the day. He was surprisingly still in bed, undressed, as Jet was up so early that even Zuko had not yet risen with the sun. He didn't know where Jet was off to or for what or why.

Groggily, Zuko shook his head, "You know, if we're going to share a bed, it'd be nice to at least know where you're off to this early all the time," muttered Zuko, using his firebending to light the lanterns beside them.

But the real question stemmed from their argument last night — an ongoing one that was often avoided and never quite answered. "I don't know when we ever can talk about it, Jet, and if we don't, I can't really know how you feel," admitted Zuko quietly, his legs slung over his bed as he leaned his elbows against his thighs, resting his head in his hand there. His hair covered his face like a curtain as he sighed again. He was exhausted of trying to have this conversation that was like pulling teeth.

"I just don't understand when or why or how you went from… wanting to get rid of all firebenders to… having sex with the fire lord."

[droplct]

𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : Let's just recap ! You STEEEEAAAL my boomerang , I DON'T have you arrested . I invite you into my home — I teach you about the joys of fishing . I was forced to wait an HOUR for JEEERRKEEY I DIDN'T EVEN WAAAAAANT !! And I come home to find you chewing on my sister's face !! 𝐉𝐄𝐓 : We were kissing . 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : GUILTY !! 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : I kissed him first ! 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : . . . OUT ! 𝐉𝐄𝐓 : I will wait for you . 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : Okay ! 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 : YOU WILL WAIT FOR NO ONE !

-- changed from ICarly .

[the-science-of-stories]

Sometimes it's not about surviving, but overcoming. You have to know the difference between a storm to be weathered and a challenge to be beaten.

Dahlia Black

[honorabledragon]

“ loving you saved me. ”

Zuko knew what it was like to feel like love was what saved you. In his own life, his mother's love literally saved him, and he'd argue his uncle's, too. He wasn't sure he'd still be here without his uncle, and he definitely wouldn't be on the throne. Loving his uncle, loving his friends, loving the people of this world… all those things saved him. So, he understood where Jet was coming from and it warmed him from head to toe. He couldn't believe that he of all people could be worthy of loving that much.

"Don't sell yourself short," replied Zuko, "I know it takes a lot of work. You saved yourself," he assured him, meeting his gaze warmly. "I'm proud of you."

[honorabledragon]

"I'm sorry you got caught up in this." { for the jetkotara verse }

Zuko's head snapped up to meet Katara's gaze as she spoke, eyes widening as he felt an ache in his chest. His arms folded over his chest instinctively as he swallowed thickly before looking away.

"I can leave you two be to yourselves whenever you're ready," he whispered, shaking his head. "I know this can't go on forever… Sooner or later, someone would find out and… it wouldn't make sense to… anyone.

[droplct]

● — || @bladeslinger sent : 👀 from [ " send 👀 to find out if my muse finds yours attractive . " | closed ]

● — || ❝ Jet ! You can't just [ [ ask ] ] me that . You can't just jump down from a tree , or a roof , and look at me like - ❞ She gestured to him , ❝ - [ [ That ] ] , and think I will just answer questions like that ! Spirits , sometimes you're the most annoyingly stupid , frustrating - I should just - and , wait ! Why are you asking questions that you know the answer to ? ❞

But slowly , Katara's [ [ surprised ] ] anger began to shift , as she looked up into his eyes with a tilt of her chin . Those sweet , baby deep , [ [ chocolate ] ] brown eyes that almost made her [ [ dizzy ] ] if she looked at them for too long . And she [ [ did ] ] like that she had to tilt her chin up a lot a little to look up at him . He always smelled like the [ [ best ] ] leather -- it was sturdy , earthy , and safe . And maybe she [ [ did ] ] like the way his lips curled into a smirk that hooked her further into him than his swords every time he knew he had cornered her between a wall and a kiss . Then he'd kiss her , and - Okay , and he might have had this way of taking her breath away by being too smooth but , that wasn't her fault ! He was just . . . [ [ like ] ] that . She did like the way his jacket swallowed her whole every time he gave it to her under the stars , and how his voice sounded when he was sleepy . . .

Before long , Katara found herself staring off into space , down and to the left . Her left arm lay folded over her waist , while her right elbow used it to rest so that she could fiddle with her index finger between her lips . Her cheeks dusted a subtle shade of red as her mind [ [ cautiously ] ] registered what she was doing .

❝ H - Hm ? ❞ She blinked herself back into reality as she looked up at the boy who's eyes were welcoming and yet so , so [ [ dangerous ] ] . ❝ Did you say something ? ❞ If this wasn't his answer , then there was no helping him .

[ Song : Almost , So Close , Maybe by Mercer Henderson ]

[the-science-of-stories]

New Character: Dahlia Black

I followed the Template I posted earlier for Bladeslinger Ranger (which can be found here) and finally gave a class to a character I’ve had for awhile! 

Dahlia Black is the nickname for a mysterious blade-throwing Underdark dweller working as a Black Fist Double Agent and serving as the informant to my Rogue Kalixer Hearthkeep. 

This character has been added to the (still unfinished) list of my DnD characters! 

Dahlia Black - Human Bladeslinger Ranger

- Campaigns: None At The Moment - Background: Black Fist Double agent

- Character Appearance

Uneven cut/stylized dark hair with streaks of blonde. Cut shorter on left side compared to right underneath a bandanna.

Baggy pants with a mid-cut shirt and running shoes.

Tanned skin, piercing gold eyes.

- Personality Trait

People are only as trustworthy as you are valuable to them. Always strive to be the most valuable person around.

- Ideal

Seflessness: I use my position to help the downtrodden avoid persecution from authorities.

- Bond

My sister was killed by a Tear of Virulence, and I now feed them false information whenever possible.

- Flaw

My desire for vengeance often gets me into trouble.

- Backstory

Dahlia grew up under another name she has long since cast off for sake of anonymity. She is only known now by the name that the people of Undercommon dubbed her: Dahlia Black.

At the age of 19 she and her sister were wrongly accused of a crime by the Tears of Virulence. An officer falsely convicted her half-sister, Kahrii for murder. Dahlia's sibling tried to buy her time to escape and promptly was killed by the Tears in 'self-defense'.

A fire of vengeance and grief has surged in Dahlia ever since, seeking to lead the Tears of Virulence awry to their eventual destruction.

She was recruited two years later to the Black Fists where she became a double agent, changed her name/appearance and began to work undercover as a false advocate for the people she hates.

It turns her stomach every day to speak nicely to those she despises, but the memory of her sister pushes her on.

Working with the criminal underground, Dahlia also provides information to Kalixer Hearthkeep. His plight having inspired her the same way but also in sorts becoming a mentor to her in refining her skills she works closely with the thief.  

[honorabledragon]

@bladeslinger sent: "Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you."

Zuko awoke gasping for breath, jolted upright, and coated in a cold sweat. His fingers gripped the silk sheets beneath him as he tried to ground himself as his eyes flung open wide. He could feel his hands trembling against the mattress as he tried to make sense of where he was before he heard the soft rumble of Jet's voice.

He turned, spotting him in the low moonlight lying beside him, sitting up slightly with a worried look on his face. Instantly, Zuko softened and relief washed over him. He sighed, surrendering and allowing himself to be pulled into Jet's strong arms.

The fire lord took refuge and comfort in the man's familiar scent and the feeling of his bare chest resting against his own. Jet's heartbeat was a steady calm against his racing one and his hands were sturdy, but felt gentle against his skin.

"I didn't mean to wake you."