#fanforged

[banishmarked]

a mask repaired, yet never thought he'd wear ever again now conceals his face. between the dark clothing he wore and the mask, the prince was unrecognizable -- and given his skill like a thief in the night, he managed his way through the capitol city prison without being detected. (except for that one guard who totally caught him skulking about that now lays unconscious in a supply closet and tied up. but we don't talk about them.)

ony kyoshi warrior at a time, he'd managed to find their cells and release them. upon his fouth, zuko was met with a hardened face. one he was sure would put up a fight if he didn't handle the situation quickly. a sword pointed in her direction, he nods with his head for her to follow. no time to explain. (not that he would; silence was his game as the blue spirit.) two more warriors awaited their freedom.

@fanforged : met the blue spirit.

[warriorled]

❛ well, suki showed me a few new tricks. i promise to go easy on you, though. ❜

@fanforged / / starter call.

[hookedswords]

@fanforged sent: "i spied the catch in your breath." (MEME)

it's a cheeky delivery on her part, he can't help but reflect the humor in a fractured grin while eyes stubbornly look onwards as long as he could manage. he sucks in a breath, just like the one that clocked him originally, while popping one of his knuckles. as though it's all that he needed to find his courage, his eyes flicker to the kyoshi warrior's face in increments. how was he supposed to stand a chance? his eyes may as well be the paintbrush she wields to bring the warrior's facade to life, heavy strokes across her jawline, across her peony pink lips, around each of her eyes that kiss in the corners. she reminds him of yellow flowers of spring: vibrant and resilient, quite the sight after such bleak days. she's also frustrating in all ways imaginable for an ally and gratitude comes in frequent waves crashing against his chest. so what if he got tangled up in feelings towards her? nothing good has ever come out of putting his heart on the line before. it always had him acting like a fool he couldn't afford to be.

❛❛ you're standing pretty close. ❜❜ is all he makes for his guilty defense, hitching his breath at closeness alone is pathetic by all measures. STARVED. but his smile doesn't take offense to the action, it just pulls at each side knowing it can mean absolutely nothing and that's okay.

[bndair]

meme tag // always accepting

@fanforged ➔ [ feed ] maybe pre - warrior qian feeding appa or momo when the gaang visits the island in s1 ? 🥺

❝ oh (!) momo is super easy. anything fruity or sweet or even small bugs. you actually might want to hide anything you don't want him to eat. he's used to finding his own food so he still things if he can grab it , he can have it. ❞ hand lifts to scratch at the back of his head with an awkward chuckle , feeling a bit sheepish at the admission that the lemur may steal her food. ( could be doing just that as they speak ). ❝ we're working on it. ❞

standing over the bender's shoulder , appa gives a strong huff that sees aang's demeanor immediately lighten ; smile breaks out on his face as clothes billow from the strength of the bison's exhale and one hand will reach up to affectionately scratch his friend. ❝ appa here loves a good bale of hay and moon peaches are his favorite sweet treat. give him some of those and he'll be your best friend for life. ❞ free hand extends. a plump , pink moon peach sits on the avatar's palm. ❝ did you want to feed him ? ❞

[fanfought]

flower : what is suki's favorite flower , and why ? because of what it means in the language of flowers , or because she just likes how it looks / smells ?

she loves loves loves wisteria. her love for it stemmed from her mother; wisteria was chiyo's favourite flower as well, so much so that she cultivated it in their yard. suki's childhood home had wisteria vines crawling over the roof and hanging beautifully from the sides, and her mother tended to them religiously.

part of it is nostalgia, but she also enjoys the duality of the flower, how they look so beautiful on the outside but can be quite deadly if consumed. it was a lesson her mother taught her, a memory that exists very faintly on the edges of her memory: beauty does not negate your deadliness, do not let anyone think they can consume you without consequence. those who try will be burned.

[fanfought]

QIAN SAID :         "i'm still learning."

every time she looks at @fanforged , she sees a ghost in her place . it isn't the other girl's fault , it is no one's fault but the fire nation's actually . suki thinks of jia yi's smile , her strength , her bravery ; she was brave right until the end , and paid the price with her life . and now qian is in her place , driven by grief and rage that is etched plain as day into her very marrow . suki was once like that too , driven by pain that metastasized in place of any tear she could have shed after the loss of her mother , and then her father , and then after mingxia left home for good .

suki looks at qian and sees a reflection of herself . she aches for the girl , who picked up a fan and chose this life to honour her sister , and leaving her old life behind . there is no turning back , not anymore .

" wanna know a secret ? we're always gonna be learning . even when we're all grown and we think we know everything ... there will always be more to learn . most people just choose to not learn anymore . " with an easy smile , she reaches out and adjusts qian's armour , then rests her hands upon her shoulders to give them a gentle squeeze . " it's our duty to choose to learn . you're doing great , qian , i promise . "

[fanfabled]

“ hold still , hun , your headpiece is falling off . let me fix it . ”

@fanforged liked !

[hookedswords]

@fanforged sent: "it's fine. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

" Yeah, and before you didn't have me, so let's mix it up a little and let me help you. " bittersweet is the tone of choice as he forces a grin up at her from his kneeling position. it's a sick sense of deja vu on two or several accounts. as the golden flame flickers in the lantern, the sight of burned flesh and singed cloth makes itself known around her calf.

"I'm no stranger to burns, myself. One time, though, it got infected and let me tell you . . . " he gives her a wild look that reads need I say more? then he shrugs, rummaging through the bag he's stored away in this hideout, because it's the fall of Omashu all over again. A place he warned the people would fall if they didn't take direct action and found out the hard way when they refused his methods.

The Earth Kingdom seems to have an abundance of kings ready to fail their people for the sake of their own comfort. How different could it have been had his people tried being there for each other?

Up until he was out-voted in favor of retreat, the resistance force in Omashu had been doing alright. As history repeated, it was only Team Avatar's interference that prevented progress. He can't even be bitter about it though. Especially with the news announced with morbid pride : PRINCE ZUKO OF THE FIRE NATION HAS SLAIN THE AVATAR. the ripples after, all those whispers, the avatar is dead . . . the avatar was killed . . . his name was Aang . . . he was only 12. he did his best. the world is dark once more, their hope nothing but a short-lived flicker of light.

Jet finds himself wishing they had more time to understand each other. What sort of conversations could they have had with the right amount of time that was never on his side? Everything moved to fast or didn't budge in the slightest. Right now, he's the one doing his best. Too bad he didn't have Katara's healing ability. That'd be more useful than natural medicine and bandages.

" It'll be good bonding for us. Sit. " he continues to stare up at her until she gives in to getting a simple bandage on her leg. he's been here before many times, except . . . it's usually small kids. not full kyoshi warriors. but maybe they need to remember they're at least human, too. ( maybe he needs a mirror. )