#conquerfire

[shemoon]

“ the price we paid is unbelievable. “

      ❛     i’m sorry you had to endure that,    ❜             no  matter  the  varying  opinions  of  jet  that  her  companions  may  have,    yue  feels  for  him     (   they  are  ever -  changing  perceptions,   but  they  are  there.   ).       loss  digs  a  hole  in  you,   and  the  severity  of  his  has  apparently  created  something  deep  and  hollow,   save  for  the  rage  that  churns  within  it.       it  saddens  her,    young  girl  without  a  mother,   princess  with  a  home  nearly  destroyed  by  the  fire  nation    ;     and  yet  she  only  barely  understands  his  pain.       ❛      -   but  i  appreciate  you  telling  me,   jet.        i  know  it  probably  wasn’t  easy  to  do  so.      ❜        she  places  a  gentle,   dainty,    ROYAL    hand  softly  on  his  arm.      yue  almost  feels   GUILTY   for  being  the  least  war  -  torn  out  of  everyone  she’s  met  on  her  journeys  with  the  avatar    ;    the  least  she  can  do  is  try  and  provide  some  comfort,   try  and  share  some  of  her  softness.      a  sad  smile  eases  its  way  onto  her  lips.      ❛      your  leadership  is  admirable.      your  people   ...    your  fighters,   i  mean,   really  look  up  to  you.      anyone  can  see  it.     ❜      

@conquerfire !     /    no  longer  accepting.

[bountyes]

“   i  hate  to  be  wrong .   ”    (  @conquerfire​  )

                          “     you’re     literally    gonna     be     pouting     about     this     for     days,    aren’t     ya?     grow     up.     ”    

                         a    roll     of     her     eyes     accompanies     a     heavy     exhale     from     painted     lips     –     they     lean     on    opposite     trees,     she     watches     his     irritation   with     detached     idleness    (     June     supposes,     however,     that     Jet’s     fury     with     himself     has    everything     to     do     with     the     self     -     imposed     burden     he     carries     on     his     shoulders.    she     wonders     how     that     must     feel     like,    to     have     something     you     fight     for     because     you     believe     in     it    ).    eyes     will    drift     up     onto     the     stars     crowning     the     sky     above     –     there     are     very     few     tonight,    there     is     a     storm     approaching     soon     –      and     Jet     seems     to     be     losing     his     patience.         she     can     read     him     well     enough,    by     now,     they     probably     know     more     about     the     other     than     reserved     people     like     them     would     like.

                “     lighten     up,     it     can    be     easily     fixed.     ”     June     shrugs     bony     shoulders,     uncrosses     her     arms     and     moves     towards     Jet,     using     the     tip     of     her     heeled   boot     to     point     towards     the     hooked     weapons    dangling     from     his     body,     “     just     make     sure     nobody     else     knows     you     fucked     up.     your     boys     don’t     know,     so     that’s     good,     your     reputation     is     safe.     ”     a     sardonic     snort     echoes     into     the     treeline,     and   her     voice     resembles     a     hoarse     murmur     “   there’s     nothin’     that     can’t     be     fixed    by     killin’     the     right     person.     ”

[wovenpetal-a]

     only  a  few  more  days  of  pretending to be an earth kingdom citizen.   that makeup from being a kiyoshi warrior really clogged her pores.   her new dancing slippers navigated the hallways of the dai lee agency with a board stride, until silver eyes spot the silhouette of a younger prisoner.    he looked to be her age, maybe older?    ty lee squints, trying to get a glimpse of this stranger’s aura.   a weak glow of gold, like a dying sunflower flickers into view.   the girl gasps and throws herself into a cartwheel, rolling down the hall to the supply crate.   he hadn’t even been healed yet!  he could die!    she’s at his cell minutes later with an armful of first aid supplies and water. her voice greets quiet and kind.                               “  hey, just hold on a bit longer, okay ?? “         keys jingle as she opens the massive iron door and kneels at his side, eyes worried. hands hover over his chest.     poor  boy.. he  looked  so  broken.                   “ oh my gosh.. hello?  can you tell me your name?  where it hurts? “       /       /       @conquerfire​​

[sheblock]

@conquerfire​

                    𝐓𝐡𝐞     𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬     𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞     ,     but     only     trained     ears     can     hear     the     tap     of     feet.     They     skid     to     a     stop     behind     him     ,     tiptoeing     until     her     chin     hooks     on     his     shoulder.     ❝     See     him     ?     ❞     The     winding     path     behind     them     disappears     around     the     corner     ,     a     shadow     slowly     coming     into     view.     Ty     Lee     had     been     trailing     him     for     a     while     ,     watching     from     her     perch     in     the     trees     as     the     traveller     trudged     forward.     She     had     no     intention     of     an     ambush     if     he     seemed     as     innocent     as     he     looked.     Backpack     over     his     shoulder     ,     just     crossing     ,     likely     back     to     a     hometown     ,     or     a     village     to     grab     supplies.     It     was     the     small     insignia     that     gave     it     away.     Dark     headband     ,     small     triangle.

❝     A     Yuyan     Archer.     ❞     She’d     recognize     the     symbol     anywhere     ,     they’d     learned     about     them     in     school.     Not     to     mention     --     she     knew     him.     But     that     was     a     fact     she     kept     to     herself     ,     one     Jet     didn’t     need     to     know.     ❝     Doesn’t     look     like     it     ,     but     he’s     probably     armed.     ❞     She     rests     an     arm     on     Jet’s     other     shoulder     ,     lazily     pointing     at     the     strap     across     his     chest.     Her     voice     holds     excitement     ,     maybe     too     much     at     the     mention     of     potential     danger.     It’s     been     a     while     since     they’d     come     across     anyone     really     worth     their     time.     It’s     a     shame     he     was     so     cute     ,     would’ve     been     cuter     if     he     paid     attention     to     her     when     they     were     younger.     Chalk     it     up     to     karma.

❝     Your     call     ,     J.     ❞     

Her     grin     is     bright     as     she     teasingly     prods     his     side.     Carefully     dancing     around     him     ,     she     stops     with     her     hands     on     her     hips.     ❝     If     you     want     ,     I     can     distract     him.     I     reeeeally     don’t     mind.     ❞     Twirling     a     strand     of     hair     around     her     finger     ,     she     winks     at     the     freedom     fighter     ,     making     sure     they     were     on     the     same     page.     Ty     Lee’s     ‘     distractions     ’     were     a     little     --     unconventional.     In     her     words     :     her     feminine     charm     can     be     dangerous.                              

[shemoon]

       ❛    jet  ,    where are we off to in such a hurry ?   ❜             she  laughs  in  spite  of  her  struggle  to  keep  up  with  him.       jet  walks  with  purpose    ;    and  yue,   following  in  curiosity,   is  happy  to  have  a  guide  around  her  new  maze  of  a  home.      she,   dappled  in  charm  passed  down  through  the  women  in  her  family,   sticks  out  among  the  rest  of  the  hogwarts  student  body.        more  a   silver  dollar   than  a  sore  thumb,   she  has  her  choice  of  cliques  to  settle  into       many  of  them  clamber  for  her,   sweet  little  hufflepuff,   fresh  meat  on  campus    —    all  eager  to  be  the  ones  boasting  that  they  lassoed  the  moon.       BUT  YUE,   FOR  BETTER  OR  WORSE,   LIKES  JET.      she  likes  him  enough  to  tear  after  him  when  he  motions  for  her  attention  even  though  she  should  be  preparing  for  her  care  of  magical  creatures  class.       twenty  minutes  on  the  clock,   and  here  she  is  grinning  at  his  side  as  staircases  shift  below  them.        ❛     is  this  part  of  you  agreeing  to    show  me  the  way  around   and  all  ?      ❜        a  likely  halfhearted  promise  of  his  he’d  pledged  in  potions  class.       yue  clings  to  it  like  she  holds  her  books  to  her  chest.         ❛      if  so,    i  appreciate  the  offer    ;     but  i’m  not  free  for  long.     ❜    

@conquerfire    —   harry potter au !

[sorrowmarked-a]

starter for @conquerfire

she kinda hated ba sing se. scratch that, she absolutely hated ba sing se. who organized a city like this? walled off so that the rich never even had to look at the poor. the people struggling to eat. how did the people in the upper ring sleep at night, knowing they had to climb on the backs of the hose in the lower ring to get there. kyoshi island was a place whee everyone came together to care for their home, she couldn’t fathom a place like this. a place where people could look away from the suffering in front of their eyes. 

there was no war here, but that didn’t mean life was great. as was evidenced just this morning when she watched city guards haul away a hungry, single mother in front of her kids. sure she’d been a thief, but if she’d had money suki had doubted she would be. she’d tried to step forward, tried to pay for the woman’s bread but it quickly became apparent money didn’t matter as much to the guards as setting an example. 

even now she wondered if she should have just stopped the guards, she knew she could, but she doubted that would help the woman. or other people who wound up in the woman’s shoes. so she made a different choice. she’d heard through the grapevine there was a group of people dedicated to helping out those less fortunate in ba sing se. 

why stop the guards from taking one woman, when a prison break could help that woman and everyone else wrongfully imprisoned in this awful city? 

she stepped into the freedom fighters hideout, back ramrod straight. “i heard, if i needed help in this city, you guys were the one to see,” she said, “i want to find out where they keep petty criminals in ba sing se,” she explained. “and then i want to break them out.” 

[sorrowmarked-a]

starter for @conquerfire​

“jet!” katara broke out into a run, tossing her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly. tears burned in her eyes as she squeezed him tight. she had been so sure she’d never see him again. pulling back she started to look him over, a healer’s appraising eye. “and you’re okay? there’s no lasting injuries?” she asked, looking back up at him. not that there was anything she could really do about old injuries now, but she could try. 

[sorrowmarked-a]

liccle bit || accepting 

"don’t walk past like you don’t know me." -- @conquerfire

katara whipped around, seemed like a mistake to want her attention. he was the last person she had expected to run across in ba sing se. it had only been a few months since she had last seen jet, but she wasn’t the same naive girl she had been then. and she was more skilled with her waterbending. one hand moved forward, lifting water from close barrel and splashing it over him, before she froze him right to the ground. “what? no towns for you to flood, jet?” she asked, marching over to him. “if you’re here to cause trouble in ba sing se, you know i’m not going to stand for it.”