#imaguk

[kongqi]

[ljesee]

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

🔥 ONE PIECE. ( always accepting! )

The  tea  that’s  served  was  ordered  as  soon  as  she’d  written  to  him  about  visiting.    He’d  immediately  written  to  Sokka,    who  was  equal  parts  pleased  and  annoyed,    but  had  sent  a  shipment  anyway  if  for  Katara  alone  and  not  at  all  because  the  Fire  Lord  asked  it  of  him.    Zuko  wants  to  ask  her  if  her  rooms  are  acceptable,    if  the  furs  her  brother  sent  would  keep  her  warm  enough  despite  the  very  nature  of  his  home,    if  she  likes  the  tea  even  though  he  knows  that  she  will  because  Sokka  said  so.

Katara  beats  him  to  it,    bypassing  pleasantries  altogether.    He  has  his  own  cup  halfway  to  his  lips,    a  nervous  habit  more  than  a  desire  to  scald  his  mouth  with  the  still  -  steaming  tea,    when  she  cuts  him  to  the  quick  without  so  much  as  lifting  a  knife  or  drop  of  water  in  his  direction.    She  merely  looks  at  him  in  that  way  she  sometimes  would,    like  she  sees  something  that  he  knows  he’d  rather  she  couldn't.

Zuko  straightens.    They  are  seated  across  from  each  other  in  a  room  that  feels  too  large  for  just  the  two  of  them.    There  are  soldiers  stationed  at  the  two  doors,    each  of their  back’s  guarded  by  those  silent  sentinels;    Zuko  had  them  remove  their  helms  in  a  silent  display  of  peace  as  soon  as  @imaguk  had  joined  him.    Now  he  almost  wishes  he  himself  was  wearing  one,    if  only  to  avoid  her  scrutiny.    ❝    Why  would  you  say  that?    ❞  His  youthful  defensiveness  creeps  into  his  tone.    Zuko  stiffens  as  if  he’s  about  to  receive  a  blow,    or  as  if  he  knows  he’s  just  delivered  one  to  her  and  doesn’t  want  to  watch  the  impact.    He  sets  his  cup  down  hard  enough  that  the  ceramic  clinks  loudly.    ❝    Are  you  here  as  ambassador  or  as  therapist?    I  only  prepared  for  one  of  those  as  my  guest.    ❞

[warriorled]

sokka winced when he opened his eyes. vision blurry and unfocused, head throbbing in pain, he tried to make sense of his immediate surroundings, but to no avail. shapes and colors seemed to swim around him, unrecognizable and confusing, like he was watching through a haze. even when he strained his eyes, he could barely perceive what was right in front of him. one hand moved to press weakly against his temple, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. a strangled groan escaped his lips, alerting one of the blobs to his right, a hazy blue figure, who leaned over his aching body.

@imaguk : ❛ how many fingers am i holding up ?  ❜

it was only then that he realized who it was. ( he'd recognize her voice anywhere, no matter how muddled his brain was. ) he tried to sit up, ignoring his body's protests, &&. instead decided to push through it until he was in a somewhat upright position. it was weirdly uncomfortable, but he didn't care. ❝ three! ❞ his response was immediate, confident ― arguably too much so. mostly, this was just a stab in the dark, a simple guess; after all, he couldn't even distinguish one finger, let alone three. [ huh, perhaps he did take a worse hit than he initially thought. ]

slowly, his eyes began to focus again, and the unrecognizable blobs turned into actual shapes. not enough to make guessing any easier for him, but enough to have him reconsider his previous answer. ❝ wait, no. it's ... four? five? no, definitely four. ❞ the numbers were drawn out as he spoke, almost like he was trying to use his sister's reaction to see which of his assumptions was correct. he had to get it right eventually ... right?

[bndair]

@imaguk    | starter call ( accepting )

resounding groan would feel just as at home on appa as it does on aang ; it's the sound of dampened frustrations finally allowed to see the light of day in the comfort of someone he trusts implicitly. ❝ if i have to think about one more thing today ... i think my head's gonna explode. ❞

[ljesee]

zuko doesn't know it but she's now littered sparkly butterfly clips in his hair <3 enjoy <3

🔥 BULLY ZUKO. ( always accepting! )

And  he’d  sat  perfectly  still  as  she  did  so,    hardly  concerned  by  her  hands  in  his  hair  and  clearly  stupidly  so.    If  he’d  said  something,    she  would  have  stopped.    So  obviously  he’d  said  nothing.    Zuko  says  nothing  when  she  pulls  her  hands  away  as well  even  though  he’s  got  a  complaint  on  his  tongue.    Only  when  he  turns  to  look  at  @imaguk  and  she’s  got  that  look  in  her  eye  that  usually  gets  him  into  trouble  for  her  does  he  snap,    ❝    What?    ❞  Bristling,    he  hikes  his  shoulders  to  his  ears  and  scowls.    Likely  if  he  knew  what  she’s  done  to  him,    he’d  have  more  to  say,    but  in  his  ignorance,    all  he  can  manage  is,    ❝    Stop  looking  at  me  like  that.    It’s  your  turn  to  pay  for  study  snacks,    not  mine.    ❞

[fanfought]

" oh , katara , you've got something in your hair - hold still , i'll grab it for you . "

@imaguk liked !

[warriorled]

❝ i'm just trying to look out for you! ❞ it comes out harsher than he intended, frustrations that had been simmering beneath the surface finally coming out. he heaves a sigh, knowing just how stubborn she can get when he is like that &&. so he decides to change tactics. perhaps then she'll actually listen to him. ❝ look, i know you're more than capable of handling this on your own, but i'm worried about you. i don't want you to get hurt. ❞

@imaguk // starter call.

[ljesee]

kicks rock in ur direction

that’s the last time i go with you to an earth nation festival :\