#es-kuo

[es-jennie]

`hello, mister general

"Jennie!"

Jennie flicked a glance at her friend, one of the many orphaned teenagers in the Freedom Fighters

"yes?"

"the Fire Nation's military are near here!"

"and so?"

"Lian Kuo Oppa is there!"

"who?"

"the hot general"

Jennie scoffed at her friend, the ruckus was all about that hot general her friend had been talking in ages. Jennie didn't know him, nor did she care to even look at a face that didn't concern her. But maybe the fact that it was actually her friend's birthday did she found herself making way to the army to ask for an autograph— girls these days just can't control their hormones, she thought.

So, there she was sitting on a high tree over looking the Fire Nation's camp. There weren't a lot of people then "there!" her friend pointed at the general 

"where?"

"right over there!"

"hey, I can't see—"

and it wasn't a nice day for her because the branch had snapped, leaving her falling on her butt and in front of the general

sht, she thought as she stared at the stranger in front of him

[es-baekhyun]

Nurse Me.

“Nurse Me” - A drabble about my character healing yours.

Teeth sink on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and concern. Baekhyun had never been good with healing; his troubled mind, his concern and worry always trouble his healing, which is the case at the moment. The other had an ugly wound on his arm, and upon seeing it, it was only Baekhyun's duty to help - not as a prince, but as the kind human being he is.It didn't matter that they barely knew each other, Kuo was wounded and Baekhyun couldn't just stand and watch the other's nasty wound get worse.

"I'm sorry." Baekhyun mutters after a moment of silence, eyes concentrating on the water and the blue-ish light coming from it. His hands kept moving slightly, soft and small movements, trying to keep the water in place - instead of getting too nervous and suddenly soaking the other and not healing anything at all. "I'm not good at this. I've never been good at healing, but I'm doing my best." He reassures, hoping his words would mean something - anything - to the other.It goes on for a while, Baekhyun doing his best to remain calm and concentrate on his job, before he moves his hands away and the water simply splashes onto the ground. He eyes his healing job, noticing how the wound was noticeably better, but still there. It surely didn't look as nasty anymore, and more like a sort of bruise that could heal alone fine overtime."Well.. Not perfect, but I think I helped somehow." Baekhyun smiles rather awkwardly, hand scratching his cheek a little as his gaze now meets Kuo's. "Be more careful next time, yes?"