#moonlovcr

[crownshattered-a2]

@moonlovcr inquired: ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ —• from @moonlovcr

⁕| Growling Suggestions |⁕

" Sokka... That's part of being a warrior, " she said, sliding her hand over to rest on top of his. In truth, Suki didn't have the experience Sokka had--not more than him, at least. The Kyoshi Warriors' part in the war was still far from the frontlines, and then they were imprisoned for so long... The most Suki faced was the Fire Nation airfleet alongside Sokka and Toph.

And she had been scared. Just as he said--eyes wide and terrified. Suki didn't have his experiences in the Southern Water Tribe as Fire Nation ships attacked his home, and she wasn't going to pretend she did. But what she did know is that the life of a warrior is not of fearlessness and power. It's of courage and overcoming. Fighting even though you're scared and beaten down. How did she know this? She could only assume it was her connection to Avatar Kyoshi. She felt what it meant to be a warrior, even though she herself hadn't experienced the darker side of it as much as people around her. But she knew what being a warrior meant... And she kept that title with honor, knowing well what fate may await her.

Suki's thumb rubbed over the back of Sokka's hand, the young woman hoping to quiet some of his thoughts. " You are a hero... You saved the world. Even though you were afraid and hurt. We were just kids, Sokka... An adult would have been just as afraid. But despite it all, you kept fighting. I think...you're an amazing warrior. "

[bornofthedawn]

❛ i don't remember who i was before you painted all my nights , ❜

" you're making me out to be far more important then i really am. " the beauty said with a soft laugh, her lithe fingers coming up to trace his jawline slowly, reverently. she let a silence fall between them, violet hues scanning over @moonlovcr's features as if she was memorizing them. burning them into her heart forever. she had to. after all, aurora would curse herself if she ever forgot the curve of his cheeks or the blue of his eyes ― the way he gazed upon her or touched her so sincerely.

this was love, this right here and now, in the dark and under the silver light of the moon. this was as close as she would ever be to real love ― and her heart ached with the knowledge that she couldn't keep it.

" what will you do? " aurora asked softly. hesitantly, even. " after . . . " delivering me to my betrothed was hardly something she could stomach saying ― she seldom want to think about it, but part of her wanted to know. needed to know. would he leave? would she ever see him again?

[cursedalchemybrothers]

Oh it was loud, but a different kind of loud than he'd just been in. Why couldn't he move? He blinked, trying to clear what he thought were fuzzies from his vision but then...they were moving. Falling, actually. Was that..snow? It didnt snow in central this time of year.....what was going on?

"Brother? Are you ok?" Al called out as he pushed himself up, grunting as his hand sunk into the snow. The wind was making the ponytail on his helmet wave back and forth like a very sad little flag.

Huh.

Where was Edward?

When they'd moved together to shield themselves from Envy they'd been together then....they'd passed out? They was impossible...Alphonse wasn't capable of losing consciousness. He didn't have a brain after all.

"Brother? Brother!" He called, now rather worried. They werent ones to wander away from eachother in strange places---and they were just in central so he didnt even know HOW or where they were in the first place.

He supposed the first thing he should do was...find someone. This place reminded him of the north of Amestris.

Once he managed to get to his feet, at his full height he spotted smoke, and headed in the direction of it. Only able to hope that whoever was at the source was friendly.

@moonlovcr

[reignofthemuses]

"that's what i'm talking about! that's my tough-looking warrior girl!"—for Katara

Katara chuckles shortly over her brother's praise of her effort to repel the enemy's recent assault. She takes a sigh of relief and turns to Sokka, calling him.

"I appreciate the gesture Sokka. But we're far from over here. So stay focused!"

@moonlovcr

[sumimasu]

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✦✦ || unprompted ask

"Hm." Jun just stared at all of the ducks before him. "Is this thing for ducks a hereditary thing? Runs in the family or something?"

[three-nations]

Sokka lay back against the furs, the fever burning beneath his skin, each breath tugging at the wound in his side. He tried to hold himself steady, but his voice wavered as he looked toward his father.

“I don’t want you to worry, Dad. It looks bad, but I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.” He swallowed against the dryness in his throat, forcing the words out with a calm that he didn’t fully feel. “I was stabbed… when I stepped in front of Katara. They were aiming for her, not me.” His fingers curled weakly in the blanket, a faint grimace cutting through his face.

“The wound’s infected, I know. But it’ll pass. I’ve been through worse, right?” A shaky smile tried to find its way onto his lips, though it didn’t linger long. “What matters is Katara’s safe. She and the baby are alright —that’s the only thing that matters. Zuko’s with her now. She’s resting.”

He let his head sink deeper into the pillows, exhaustion dragging at him, but his voice softened with conviction. “That’s all I care about. That they’re safe. Everything else… I can handle.”

Hakoda didn't know how to feel about seeing his son in the state. For Sokka to have chided him about his action earlier, just for him to go and do worse than he had done.

"Sokka, I refrained from getting treated until the situation was resolved. You have not gotten treatment even after it was resolved." Though Hakoda felt like Sokka was trying to give him a test of his own medicine for how he had acted in the past. The difference lay in the slight details.

"Do you think Katara will feel that way Sokka?" Hakoda states, his voice a mixture of a worried parent and a stern chief for a warrior that attempted to try and handle everything themselves. Hakoda dealt with issues that he felt he could handle, but he wasn't going to act like he knew everything about treating injuries.

"I will get someone to treat you." Hakoda would refrain from mentioning that he will go as far as get Katara to treat him. Katara will make sure that Sokka gets treated before scolding him for refusing to get the wound treated especially after getting it to save her and her child.

Though that did bring in the question of who the father was. It gave him more of a mind to find Katara as the first option to treat Sokka.

[beastypaws]

@moonlovcr hit like for a smol starter!

"DUDE! can you EAT a little MORE, I dunno, like a PERSON?!"

This coming from the animal man...still! Gnawing on whatever that is, BB can't stand to look at this ponytail guy next to him at the restaurant. The changeling swivels on his bar-stool.

"You're getting meat juice or whatever that gunk is on my UNIFORM."

[three-nations]

Starter for @moonlovcr

With how often Hakoda was gone, it constantly made Malina worry about the state of the tribe. Hakoda was the chief and it made it hard for people to come to him if he was always out who knows where.

Given that he was the head of the Southern Water Tribe warriors, Malina could only fathom a guess that he was out trying to fight a problem.

Sighing to herself, she was a thinker not a fighter. She wasn't going to chase after him. She would use the time to look through all of the approved designs, to gauge their impact for offering Hakoda her opinion of which designs to complete first.

Hearing the door open, "I'm sorry, the chief isn't..." She would stop seeing who it was. "Oh, Sokka, are you looking for Hakoda?" Given she was with his father, it was the first idea of why he had arrived.