#droplct.

[pyrescar]

[ TXT ] : do fish know theyre wet

|||　　✱　　DIAL TONE,　　STILL ACCEPTING.

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆,       his  gaze  lifts  toward  it  with  visible  reluctance,      fatigue  sedimented  near  the  corners  of  his  eyes,      blurring  the  world  into  something  gauzed  and  indistinct.     a  blink.     then  another,     narrower,     strained  beneath  the  pallid  glare  of  the  screen.      thumb  drags  languidly  across  the  tab,      summoning  the  reply  bar.      A  SINGLE  QUESTION  MARK  APPEARS.      then━━━dismissal.      the  phone  overturned  against  the  sheets,    screen  pressed  downward  as  though  concealment  alone  might  silence  the  thought  already  forming.    he  remains  there  afterward,     unmoving  for  several  suspended  seconds.      five,    perhaps  more.      ENOUGH  TIME  FOR  CONTEMPLATION  TO  CALCIFY  INTO  SOMETHING  RESTLESS.         the  text  turns  endlessly  somewhere  behind  his  expression;      mulled  over.     eventually,    a  muted  exhale.     he  reaches  again  for  the  device,    hesitates  only  briefly,     then  enters  the  conversation  in  full.

[﹡📲    　to    katara    from    zuko]　　? [﹡📲    　to    katara    from    zuko]　　katara??? [﹡📲    　to    katara    from    zuko]　　r  u  ok?

[mogiue]

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

"the last time i tried, i was kicked out because they said my tone of voice is dreadful", ziyue commented, crossing her arms as if it weren't a huge surprise. the relationship always gets complicated because of her uncontrollable anger, her fear of being helped, and her preference to be a lonely person. "you had the same right to do that to me, but i don't know why."

[mogiue]

starter for @droplct.

the woman's irritation spread through her body like a virus, which was obviously one of the messes ziyue had caused after a few days in republic city. as if her bad mood weren't enough, she had accidentally hurt her back (the reason she refused to talk about what happened). the citizens forced her to seek out katara, much to the creature's dismay, as she only wanted to recover on her own.

"katara?" she opened the door but still hid part of her face. her reddish cape concealed the size of the bruise on her back. "i was told you have healing powers."