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[ahumanintraining]

//if you could, could you write some Totuvia based on Avenged Sevenfold's song "Crimson Day"? I feel like that's kinda their song. xD

notes: wow it hasbeen a very long time since i’ve written this ship and i am ever so happy toreturn to a classic! (that being said, this is a good reminder for me to getback to writing that “chemistry challenge” series of jumaru/totovia that i’vepromised @papalogia that I would finish!) thank you for requesting and thankyou so much for your patience and waiting!more notes: i love avenged sevenfoldbtw. very good choice of song/band. i approve. crimson days is most definitelytheir song—starting from the first line onward! also esp if you’re looking forangst lol. (unfortunately the story isn’t completely going to be inspired byit, and if anything just by a few lines!)

warning: this is super drafty and raw and unedited and gah, it’s not the best i could have done, i’m sorry. :( i feel as thought i have cheated you.

three, and a million and a half more

After the seventh consecutive day of downpour, she realizesthat she was wrong for ever saying goodbye.

She has a million and a half words to say to him, toapologize to him, to confess to him—and unfortunately she only realizes nowthat all these questions and answers have been simmering in her since he firsttold her that he loved her and it first occurred to her that love was real andthat she could open her guarded heart for someone else to see.

She has a million and a half words to say to him, but she’llstart with perhaps just three sentences:

“I’m sorry.”

She left on her own accord, because after that night—that nightTotomaru sat her down and told her to her face that he was madly in love withher, that same night he asked her if he accepted her feelings and instead shejust ran away—everything became awkward at the guild.

There were only so many members in Phantom Lord; everyone knew when she took the furthest seataway from him at the breakfast table the next day that he had confessed his feelingsto her. She could tell—their eyes were watching her, his eyes were watching her. Waiting.

Waiting because for some reason everyone else knew that he loved her and everyone else was expecting her to do something—especially now thatshe had no excuse to be oblivious anymore. They were expecting to do something.Anything.

But she didn’t. She didn’t do a single thing for the nextmonth except sit as far as she could from everyone, until the pressure fromtheir concerned glances and the pressure from their forced silence made herimplode.

She ran away.

And now, there’s an odd realization growing within her that runningaway is all she ever did. She is Alice in her Wonderland and she’s fleeing fromall the questions that are asked of her and from all the answers she has toreturn.

It isn’t her mistake, but it is her fault, and now fivehundred miles away from the place she called home for the last two years, shethinks that maybe even though she initially left them—left him—because she thought that by being there, she was disturbing thepeace, she actually left them more broken.

“I miss you.”

She collapsed on the grass somewhere far away when her legsgave out that day she decided to run away without even leaving a goodbye. Shefelt a hundred things—her tired lungs trying to catch her breath, her fastbeating heart trying to ignore the ache in her chest, her dizzy mind trying toforget why she was miles away from the only home she had been able to call homefor the longest she has ever called a single place her home—and most especiallythe raindrops on her cheeks that cooled the hot tears falling down her cheeks.

She cried and she cried, and she didn’t know why. She justknew something was wrong and something didn’t feel right and that she wasfrustrated because she needed to figure herself out because she was so damnconfused that she didn’t even know what she felt or how to understand what shewas feeling.

However, time heals all—she discovered that she was going tostart anew, like she always did—start with a fresh foot in a new place with newpeople and just to forget about the past two years of her life and everyone—especiallyhim—that came with it.

Her mind finally began to clear like the blue sky above her.The rain that perpetually followed her stopped for a moment.

This is when she looked up at the bright sun and felt thewarm light on her skin and thought to herself how beautiful of a day it was,and how he would have loved such aday.

Then she remembered him,and she found that even though she was ready to start a new future, she was notready to give up her past. She had never cut her ties. She had never sewed theseams closed. She left his question hanging and her answer still up in the airand as much as she tried to forget it all, there was a huge gaping emptinessinside her unfulfilled and completely regretful.

And that is when her rain started falling again.

“I love you, too.”

She is still remembering him.

Everything started when he tripped and landed face first ina puddle. It was how they met—she reached her hand forward to help steady himback up to his feet and he lamented about how he hated the rain and she felt socompelled to defend the one type of weather that she always brought and then amoment later, they were arguing about whether water or fire was better but theywere also laughing and having a good conversation and then suddenly, he invitedher to his guild and she could not say no.

Her heart fluttered then that day, but she tucked awayeverything that she felt. She was hurt before in her life—again and again bypeople, those that called her nakama—andshe vowed that she would never let anyone so close to her that she could be sohurt again.

But then she joined his guild, and then she met his friends,and then she went on journeys with him. They grew closer and closer to eachother, faster and faster than she had ever experienced. They were the completeopposite of each other but they clicked so well—in battle, in thought, in humor—thatshe grew afraid. Afraid because he was so close now that if he pulled away, hewas sure to take a piece of her with him.

She began to shy away from his accidental touches, and she beganto push away his every embrace. And he must have worried that he was crossingboundaries and that she wasn’t on the same page as him after all. So that onenight, he sat her down and told her to her face that he was madly in love withher, and that same night he asked her if he accepted her feelings.

And instead she just ran away.

She didn’t explain that she might have felt the same butthat she was scared to go any further because every single other time sheopened her heart to someone, she was broken soon after. She didn’t explain thatbefore he met her, she had just run away from another someone that took a pieceof her with them. She didn’t explain that she was confused and questioning andwanted to take things slow but if there was just one thing she was not mistakenabout at all, it was that she loved him—no, stillloves him, even now, as certain as the fact that the sun will rise the nextday.

So now, after the seventh consecutive day of downpour, sherealizes that she was wrong for ever saying goodbye.

If only she can muster the courage to pick herself back upto her feet and ran back the five hundred miles the way she came from. If only shecan muster the courage to embrace him tightly like she used to before she grewscared of being too close to him. If only she can muster the courage to answerhis question and disclose the full and honest truth about why she guards herheart and why she keeps on running away instead of confronting her problems.

But she needs the time right now, and she knows it. Sheknows that she needs to discover herself before she can retrace her footstepsback home.

And will the sun rise the next day?

Most certainly, and somewhere along the crimson horizons,she’ll hope to see a clear sky.

[ahumanintraining]

entropy: (ambience)

summary: After three years in Fairy Tail, he doesn’t expect to see her so frail. Jumaru/Totovia. notes: @papalogia, guess who’s kicking off the #otpchemistrychallenge? This auntyji right here! If anyone is curious about the nerdness of this all, please click here for backstory. more: After writing this, I’ve decided that I’m going to write all these “chemistry” prompts in the same AU world. This will be grouped under the series: entropy. I’m not sure what I’m building or where I’m going, but let’s take it like an experiment—pun fully intended.

prompt: SATP –“normal laboratory conditions,” otherwise known as standard ambient temperature, which is defined as 25C and 1 bar. 

And so without further ado:

Inside, it’s 25 degrees Celsius and there’s one bar.

Just like any of the other clubs that he’s been to.

He spends most of his weekend nights in this kind of ambience. Ever since Juvia had gone on to university outside of the city, the remaining three were never the same.

Juvia, Ari, Sol, and him had been friends since elementary school—so Totomaru himself was surprised when he found he no longer felt as happy as he used to be when they were hanging out in the past.

He no longer is as surprised. He found that something went missing when Juvia moved out of town. He does the same things with Aria and Sol: eat, smoke, drive in circles, cram for exams when they near, but he just never feels the same as he used to.

He doesn’t really know why, but he doesn’t really question it either. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Juvia isn’t there anymore. Maybe he never has wanted to hang out with Aria and Sol. Maybe he just wanted to hang out with Juvia.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t question it.

So now, three years into university, Totomaru doesn’t spend time at all with the other two.

And Juvia hasn’t texted him back in months, he calculates, looking at the last message interaction they shared.

She’s probably busy, he thinks, tucking his phone back into his pocket. She’s always been the smartest one of the four of them—that’s why she was accepted to Fairy Tail University in the first place. Juvia is probably busy eating, smoking, driving around in circles, cramming on exams with her newfound friends.

He sips his drink.

The alcohol all tastes the same. He’s in a new club on the other side of town, in a part that he’s never been. He’s looking for someone to take home, something refreshing to drink, something new to think about, something more he can move onto—

He’s pessimistic nevertheless. After all, he’s been doing this for weeks now, and he has still gotten nowhere.

He takes another sip of his drink.

The alcohol makes his mind warm and numb. He hears his heart beat in his ears.

It sounds dead. It sounds like it’s slowing down.

Then he hears a light laugh.

He knows that laugh from any other sound and when he looks behind him, he finds himself face to face with—

Her.

He isn’t sure if he’s more astonished that she’s been sharing the same smoky air with him for at least the past hour or if he’s more astonished that she looks completely different from the last time she said goodbye.

Her hair is frizzy, her jeans unwashed, her makeup is smudged and a day old, and the dark circle under her eyes have caved in. She’s at least 20 pounds thinner and her eyes look 20 years older.

She laughs loudly, falling into the lap of the man next to her. He chuckles and returns a smile.

Totomaru doesn’t like the smile. He doesn’t like the man either. He strokes her dark blue hair from her face and behind her neck, and looks at her like she’s prey. The woman sitting on the opposite side of him is smugly watching, offering Juvia another drink.

“Another one, Juvi-chan?” she offers.

Juvia snorts, rolling onto her back and kicking her feet up on the bar’s lounge sofa. “Yes!” she exclaims, one fist up into the air. “One more! One more!”

Three years can do many things to change a person, but Totomaru doesn’t expect Juvia to be one of those who have.

He finds himself standing before them—looking down at the man that Juvia has made her pillow, staring down at the woman that keeps giving her drinks, cursing everyone watching and not really caring—

“Get the fuck away from her,” he says, grabbing her forearm and pulling her up to her feet. She’s confused about what’s going on and she resists, but he keeps her at his side.

The man confronts him, sneering at him. “Hey, hey, chillax, man, she’s just having some fun—“

“Stay the fuck away, “he spits.

His dead straight tone gives everyone a message. They back off. Some people giggle at his seriousness. He turns around, taking Juvia by the other forearm, and he walks her out of the club.

She’s slightly resistant at first, but she’s mostly quiet, and after two steps away from the general public, she pulls herself away from him, wrestling out of his grasp.

“What are you doing?” she snaps. Her voice is hostile until she looks up and recognizes his face. Her eyes widen but she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t call his name.

“Come on.”

She fights back. She stands her ground.

“What are you doing?” she repeats.

Her voice tells him that she is completely awake and aware of what’s happening. She was never drunk to begin with in the first place, probably.

“I’m taking you home. You shouldn’t be here.” He reaches for her arm again but she slaps it away.

“Juvi—“

“Stop it!” she yells at him.

“Ju—“

“Don’t talk to me like you know me!”

His heart falters. He takes a breath. “Don’t you remember who I am?”

She looks at him. Her eyes tell him that she still knows him from head to toe, but she still doesn’t answer his question.

“What do you even know about me?”

He wants to answer that with a million words: Don’t you remember that we were best friends? Don’t you remember how we used to hang out after school? Don’t you remember that we slept over at each other’s houses? Picked each other up when we fell? Swore to never let that bully in second grade hit you again? I thought I was the closest person that you had. I was so fucking sad when you left town to go to university. I just realized that I don’t care about Aria or Sol. I just care about you and only you and—

“What if I wanted to be there?” she continues. “You can’t just swoop in there and pretend you’re saving my ass because I’m always the damsel in distress.”

Totomaru’s breath has been stuck in his chest for a while. It’s started to burn a little, and he feels a hard ball at the back of his throat. He slowly realizes that he probably could have completely misread the situation—why the fuck did he act so impulsively? Why didn’t he just leave it all alone and why did he just let his own feelings completely take over the whole—

But then he remembers the shadow under the curve of the man’s lip and the slant of the woman’s eyes, and he stays committed. He remembers Juvia’s fake laughter, and how tightly she held onto his arm when he was lifting her up from the dirty club sofa.

“I didn’t think you wanted to be there,” he simply says.

He meets her eyes. She avoids his. She tosses her gaze to the sidewalk to the left of her.

He has so many questions. What happened? Why do her eyes look so dull and dry like they’ve been crying for nights on end? Why does her skin look so rough and patchy like she’s hasn’t been sleeping restfully? Why do her bones and veins pop like she hasn’t eaten anything proper in months? Why does she spit and back away from him when just three years ago, she would have been running back into a warm embrace?

She left to become better, but she comes back to him worse.

He has so many questions. He wants to ask them all, but there’s no time, no space…

“Come on,” he repeats, extending his hand. “Let me walk you home.”

“You don’t know where I live,” she says quietly.

“Then show me.” He keeps his hand out in front of her.

Eventually she takes it.

They don’t say another word for the rest of the night—not while walking through the dark alleyways, not when she trips after catching her heel on a crack in the sidewalk, not while waiting for the elevator to take them to the fourth floor of her building, not when she takes five minutes searching for her house keys, not when he invites himself into her apartment and rests himself between her sheets, slips his hand under her shirt, presses his body over hers, breathes heavy into her open gasping mouth—

He doesn’t leave until the next morning.

end notes: Jfc, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. This is unedited. Completely raw. Everything feels OOC, everything feels way too AU. Everything feels way too impulsive. I’m just. I don’t care. I’m just going to write because I’m going to finish and then in a month I’m going to look back at this and I’m going to be like, what the fuck was this, how embarrassing. And that will be that. Cheers, everyone, lol!

[ahumanintraining]

skin

summary: She's topless in his bed, and she's ready. Jumaru/Totovia. notes: collab with @papalogia (she wrote completely mobile btw. like how. what the fuck.)

If there's one person she's going topless for, it's not Totomaru.

But she's already made up her mind, so Juvia squeezes her eyes shut, drops her shirt, and dives under the safety of the covers on his bed, yanking the sheets up to her neck.  She can hear him snickering from behind the screen dividing them.

"Is this your first time naked in someone else's bed?" She can hear the smirk in his voice.

She scoffs. "Please. If Totomaru-san thinks he'll be fucking me, then he needs to set lower expectations for himself."

That seems to take him by surprise.  She hears him drop whatever is in his hands, and his sputters and curses are drowned out by her pealing laugh.  She feels the sheet slip a little as her body shakes, and she hurriedly grasps for the edge, only for his heated hand to stop hers.

"Totomaru-san?" he asks her amusedly, the golden flint in his eyes sparkling. He suddenly pounces onto her, landing between her legs and holding her arms down. He leans forward until he's at tipping point, and she knows that he's close enough to feel that her breath is caught in her throat and to see that her eyes are wide, lips quivering.

"So formal," he croons. "But you know, I've always wanted to play as teacher. Want to be my pet?"

Juvia resists the urge to melt underneath him (and she's lying to herself if she says it's purely to freak him out and not just because she really is on the verge of melting under the heat of his molten eyes), and clenches her fists, glaring up at him.  "Totomaru-san," she emphasizes the suffix and feels a twinge of satisfaction when his eyes narrow.  "Juvia came to you because Juvia knew you could help.  If Totomaru-san cannot, then Juvia will seek the solution elsewhere."

He hums with approval, and she can feel the rumble of his bass between the sheets. "No need to go looking elsewhere, Sensei has all the answers," he cooes, looking down at her through thick lust-heavy eyelashes.

Juvia swallows thickly.  His eyes follow the bob of her throat, and he ducks down just low enough that she can feel his lips brush her neck with the rise and fall of her breathing.

Her solid façade melts. She whimpers. "Okay, just do it already," she says in a hoarse whisper.

His eyes soften, going from teasing to gentle so fast she isn't sure they were ever the former to begin with.  He presses butterfly kisses along her jaw, stopping just at the lobe of her ear and murmuring, "We can stop if you're uncomfortable.  I don't want you to regret this.  I especially don't want you to do something you're not ready to do.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand straight, but she doesn't waver. She nods her head, determined. "Juvia is ready," she says. She repeats. "Juvia is ready."

All she sees is black, all she tastes is pillow, and all she smells is the same sweet musk she smelled when he was hovering a single inch above her skin. Then she feels his warm hands roll over her sheet-covered back, and goosebumps follow. His fingers hook to the edge of the only cotton layer separating her from his eyes and then he drags it oh. so. slowly. down.

She shivers once the cold air hits her exposed back, but then Totomaru is all over her, his hothothot hands running down her smooth skin and inciting a whole new kind of shiver.

He's fire over her body, and she finally understands what it means to feel cold as ice.

He presses a wet kiss onto her, before he reaches for the gun between his legs.

He teases the tip on her skin, before he bends down to whisper in her ear.

"Welcome to Phantom Guild," he says. "Now...where exactly do you want this tattoo?"

[ahumanintraining]

sometimes writing is a science

@papalogia: dude i’m sending you exothermic and endothermic reactions papalogia: or i send you exo and you send me endo ahumanintraining: LOL ahumanintraining: endo sounds angsty

Context: For our upcoming “chemistry challenge,” we’re writing Juvia x Totomaru (Jumaru/Totovia) drabbles and deem chemistry to be a very inspirational subject for prompts, which we’ll send to each other.

Context: We’re nerds.

Context: We’re premeds.

[ahumanintraining]

JUMARU 21 PLEASE

“We’rein the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” 

notes: A bit of adifferent characterization than what I usually give them, but hopefully thisstill suits your taste! ;)

After looking out the window and confirming that the lowrumble, quick flash of light, and the rattling that he heard going on outsidewas indeed a surprise thunderstorm, he sighed loudly and banged his foreheadeven more loudly against the chilled glass.

“Careful, Totomaru-san, you only have so many brain cellsleft,” Juvia hummed, still sifting through some of the opened and searchedcrates at the far end of the tool shed.

“For fuck’s sake, why does this always happen to me whenever I’m working with you?” Totomarucursed, crossing his hands over his chest—discreetly rubbing his head tomassage away the fresh bruise that was forming.

“Juvia wonders why this always happens when Juvia is workingwith Totomaru-san, too,” the water mage replied without losing a beat. Sheturned around and gave him a cute smile.

He wasn’t amused. 

“I bet you called in the damned clouds yourself.”

“What would ever make Totomaru-san think that?” she askedinnocently, putting down whatever artifact she had in her hand and placing itback into the crate next to her. “Juvia doesn’t purposefully sabotage Juvia’sguild missions. The weather does what the weather pleases. If anything this isall Totomaru-san’s fault. Juvia didn’t pick this day to go complete Master Jose’smission. Totomaru-san did, remember?”

And she was right. “Whatever,” he groaned, kicking the lidof the crate behind him.

Just because he had decided to not get out of bed earlyyesterday in order to go looting an abandoned shed for Jose did not mean thathe was going to be lectured about choosing the wrong day by a guild mate thatcould have also just easily have done this mission on her own instead of waiting for him to get off his ass the followingday.

“But Juvia isn’t going to be upset about the rain and beungrateful like Totomaru-san. Juvia likes the rain and Juvia appreciates it.”

How did she always manage to slip in an insult with thatbenign and guileless voice of hers? It bothered him to no end.

“In fact, Juvia wants to go out and enjoy the rain now,” sheadded suddenly, her eyes glittering at the sight of the storm outside throughthe rain-blurred window.

He blinked.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stopand feel the rain?” he asked again, the question coming out more like astatement of disbelief.

“Not only stupid but also a little hard of hearing, huh?” sheremarked. “Totomaru-san needs to take better care of himself. Maybe all thatfire magic that Totomaru-san uses is burning off his brain.”—and before he couldrespond to that, she confirmed—“but yes, Juvia would like to stop and feel therain.”

Totomaru’s mouth snapped back shut, and he pressed his lipstogether in a half-frown.

“Fine but I’m not—“

“Totomaru-san should join Juvia!” she interrupted excitedly beforehe finished his sentence.

“Absolutely not.”

“Totomaru-san should!” she persuaded, skipping over to thedoor of the toolshed. “Totomaru-san needs to cool his temper down after all.”

Irritated, he refused, standing his ground. “You just wantme to be miserable.”

“Please?” Juvia asked him.

He shook his head, glaring at her. She batted her eyelashesat him and clasped her hands together, and she was looking ultra-cute as shealways did, so while he hated to admit it, the scowl on his face was mostdefinitely growing lighter.

He also hated to admit how she knew exactly how to get whatshe wanted out of him. And he swore to god, if she made that face at him, he was going to—

“Please?” she pouted, sticking out her bottom lipemphatically. She stretched out her right hand to encourage him to take it. Sheturned her face down to the floor, curved her lips into a deeper frown andlooked up at him through guilty eyelashes. “Juvia doesn’t want to go alone.Juvia hates being alone. But Juvia is always alone…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” he whispered under his breath, beforeclosing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Fine, fine, damn it! Fine, Juvia.”

“Yay!” she exclaimed, grabbing his hand and dragging himoutside.

And like an unwilling puppy, he fought all the way out thedoor into the curtain of heavy rain and wind.

“Are you happy now?” Totomaru scowled, eyes blinking everytime a cycle of cold raindrops poked him in the eyes. “How can you possibly—“he coughed, turning his back to the wind front and shivering at the daggers ofrain nailing his already soaked back. When the wind passed, he swiveled backaround. “How can you possibly enjoy—“

But he stopped in the middle of his sentence when she sawthe wide genuine smile on her face. She stared up at the grey sky, stretchingher arms around and sighed, her breath steaming in the cold thunderstorm. Sheclosed her eyes, catching as many raindrops as she possibly could.

“Yes,” she replied, her eyes still closed, her lips stillcurved into a soft smile. “Yes.”

Well, he thought to himself. At least that was an answer hedidn’t mind hearing.

Send me a number from this list of prompts (or your own!) anda ship, and I’ll write you a drabble!

[dragonshost]

It was you who made me ship these two (and I have no regrets about it), so I'm going to ask for them in a three-sentence prompt thing, if you're still taking them: Juvia/Totomaru and Mermaid or Siren au :)

YAY I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT ANON.  I love spreading the multi-ship love!  This could either be taken literally or as a metaphor.

He knew her voice was a lie, that it sang him to death with every sweet note, and with lilting melody.  And yet somehow, the man of fire could not help but be drawn into the cadence of his doom.  It was fire’s inevitable fate to exhaust itself, and he was perfectly fine with meeting his end by drowning if it was within that lovely, lovely voice.

[ahumanintraining]

Melting the ice rink was probably not the best way to introduce yourself. - Totovia

Jumaru? Fuck yeah. What’s my count on this ship now—5847439million? Feels like it. Will I stop? Haha. No.

icebreaker

It would be fun, Jose said.It would be great, Jose said.It would help her bond with the other guild members, Jose said.

Was it any of those three things when Totomaru offered thenew guild member Juvia an invitation to the ice rink that night? Was it any ofthose three things when this miserable rain women decided to take his hand andgo skating with him? Was it any of those three things when he found himselfsuddenly in clothes that were much too tight-fitting and ended up practicallyhalf-falling half-barely-balancing on top of a frozen floor in shoes toofucking heavy and uncomfortable and with finger-slicing-sharp blades?

Absolutely not.

The fire mage is a stereotypical fire mage, and quitehonestly, the man is proud of the fact of his tendency to hate anything relatedto water—in whatever form, be it gas, solid, liquid, or woman.

Tonight, he deals with all four manifestations. And itsucks.

“Thank you for taking Juvia here, Totomaru-san,” she tellshim, but her eyes are blank and her voice is rather unamused.

And honestly he doesn’t blame her for the fake enthusiasm,or even the lack of trying to hide that it wasn’t genuine excitement. His eyesare watching the minute—rather, the second—hand of the clock at the far end ofthe ice skating rink.

“Of course. Think of it as my welcome to the guild for you,”he replies. He makes sure that if anything, he doesn’t come off as nonchalantas her—because that would actually be a tad mean.

“Well then, Juvia will be off,” she says suddenly.

“Huh—?“

He barely catches her saying this—and eats the wind of hersudden take off on the ice.

And wow.

He does not expect her to be the empress of ice.

She is grace, beauty, and elegance wrapped into a cute navyblue-and-white parka and black tights. Her powerful legs surge forward withsuch sharp focus and she swings her arms back behind her to grant her even morespeed—it’s like she’s aiming to impress and damn straight, she’s hitting the targetdead center. Her headwind tucks her blue tresses behind her ears, and theyflutter backwards in waves that remind him of the rolling calm sea, surface reflectingthe hot burning embers of the sunset.

He feels the potential building in her crouch. Heanticipates her leap into the air. He watches her soar weightlessly into theembrace of her momentum—mesmerized by the strong swing of her leg and the twistof her practiced torso—as she swirls into a complete one, two, three turns inthe air.

There is a split moment—that seems to last forever—where sheis poised against gravity, against nature, against everything ordinary at theheight of her flight, before she falls back to the ground with not the leastbit of a jolt. She lands, and he can’t see her face because her gorgeous oceanhair tides over her face as she slides backwards to wait out her velocity, buthe can most definitely feel the sultry smile, the knowing smirk that she mostdefinitely got it right in the first shot.

The hot steam of her soft breath, the melting friction overthe cold ice, the thin sweat over her determined brow—the perfection sheexemplifies, the perfection she is.

Tonight, he sees all four manifestations of water.

And he is simply blown away.

notes: Okay, I know the sentence was somehow supposed to beincorporated in that drabble, and I could have added it in the end, but Iwanted to end with that line there, so just pretend Totomaru is so turned onthat he kinda melts the ice he’s standing on with the fire-heat that he’sradiating and when she returns to him, he’s standing in a sad sorry pool ofwater with completely flushed cheeks and when she asks what happened, hestutters a sad sorry excuse and doesn’t admit that he sorta just kinda feelinto sad sorry love with her.