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[pilotinblue-blog]

As much as Lance loved love and everything associated with the emotion and possible futures with cute houses and two and half kids, this just wasn't the way to do it. There was nothing worse than forcing emotions or relationships on people. As much of a ladies man as he was, Lance knew where to draw the line, and as he saw one such arrow aimed right at one of the many girls who had previous rebuffed his advances, he quickly, and smoothly, grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of harm's way.

"Don't worry, babe." He was so cool! "I've got you."

[ @kandxina ]

[stonefacedchief-blog]

@kandxina

A friendly face among crowds of -

Well. Lin hadn’t really met many people since arriving all too abruptly in Sector 1′s newly occupied apartment. Sweeping the room and trying her hand at tearing the door from its hinges had yielded subpar results and so here she was, patrolling a foreign city without any police badge pinned to her chest. 

“Ms. Sato?”

There’s no small amount of suspicion lacing her tone but her shoulders are tense, not rigid, so it’s safe to say the chief’s dropped her guard. Just a little. She’s genuinely grateful to have found someone she recognises, but - being too stubborn to gush about it - ends up grumbling instead.

“Wish I could say I was busting you out of this city too.”

[bymyfingers]

@kandxina

The nights  grew ever colder. Admittedly, he likely could have sought shelter elsewhere from the biting cold of the night. But he was tired. Tired of this place. It had grown so stagnant for him. His fingers traced the hilt of one of his daggers, frowning a bit. The blade had tasted blood earlier and he couldn’t help but think on that.

How frustrating it was that the same people were always after him. The sound of the door to his makeshift shelter opening caused him to rise from his seat, eyes flicking to the door. With a flick of his wrist, his second dagger was within his grasp, the enchanted metal flashing in the pale light. Exhaling a heavy sigh and steeling himself for something that was likely going to be just another fight, thin white mist rolled from his lips.

Though when a familiar figure entered the room, he lowered the daggers slowly, eyes widening for just a moment. He’d learned how to use his damned phone but...had been avoiding contacting her for a small time. Despite the fact that she had been trying to contact him. His brow furrowed as he took one step back. He hadn’t wanted her to get involved with his business. Hadn’t wanted her to get caught up with the damned orcs that followed him and tried to kill him on a near constant basis in this city.

“Why are you here, Asami? More importantly, how did you find me?” He asked, his tone almost as cold as the air around them. She shouldn’t have been involved with him. It would just get her into trouble. Perhaps there was also the fear of getting involved with anyone. They’d grown close and there was something deep within himself that told him to run. To not suffer the pain of inevitable loss again.

“You should go.”

[sleuthress-blog]

♦

word association - accepting!

       “Suave.”

[sleuthress-blog]

(*^▽^*) o((*^▽^*))o!

rp emoticon prompt - accepting!

Send me a (*^▽^*) if you like my muse(s)

Send me a o((*^▽^*))o if you like my writing

i cant believe the asami sato likes my writing sign me up for the afterlife ive reached nirvana lads

FOR REAL THO..thank you!!! i absolutely love asami ever since she first graced our screens and you are THE BOMB writing her she is the most charming lady this side of the galaxy and im pretty sure she could make a plank of wood blush

ANYWAY i super super appreciate this and i love the thread we’ve got going on so thank you!!! <3

[bymyfingers]

▤ = falling asleep on them .

It seemed, to him, that things were getting out of hand.

Well, at least compared to what he was used to allowing to happen. They’d been spending more time together. He wasn’t certain how it had happened and he wasn’t entirely certain why. He’d been fiddling with the damned device that he’d been given weeks ago, still unsure of what it was. She’d promised to help him figure out how it worked but instead... he felt a firm weight against his side. Her head leaning against his shoulder, an arm lightly wrapped around his and hugging it to her side.

He swallowed hard, tilting his head away from her own and scowling just slightly. There was a strange sort of comfort among the discomfort. Something he wasn’t entirely sure he disliked. With a light sigh, his hands set the frustrating device down upon the armrest of the couch the two of them had been resting on. Slowly, Vantiel unclipped the cloak from around his shoulders and pulled it around, draping it over her.

“You’ve a bed, you know...” He whispered softly, barely loud enough for her to hear if she were awake, much less asleep. His gaze lingered upon her lovely face a moment longer, bringing a hand up to brush his fingers back through her long, silky hair to brush it out of her face. With a light sigh, he settled back, unwilling to move the girl.

He supposed he would tell her that they’d officially slept together when she awoke.

[kyoshiislander-blog]

“You come here often?”

RP starters: Flirting| a c c e p t i n g

"Do you?" Suki stepped in close to the Fire Nation girl, her arm wrapping loosely around the other's. "I've only been here a few times. It'd be nice to share it with someone."