nightrevelations replied to your post: Ficlet Time!
Mako/Raleigh or Mako & Raleigh; Raleigh makes dinner. :D (“make dinner” can mean anything you want…)
I took this "makes dinner" more as they go to dinner. :D Though Raleigh making dinner is wonderful thought that I may explore more of later.
They don't celebrate the anniversary. Not like everyone else does: with parties more enthusiastic than New Year's, crowds filling the streets, confetti, fireworks, and alcohol. There are parades during the day, miniature Jaegers wheeled on carts as young pilots wave, sweating in their pilot suits underneath the blazing sun.
What lingers after the fight is the loss, bruise colored days where they look over their shoulders expecting to see Yancy or Stacker. Pain lessens with time, but so does the mask of adrenaline, they nights of fighting and surviving no matter the obstacle.
Raleigh leads Mako the the back corner of a little restaurant. It’s full, despite the hour, but a table is marked by a slip of paper, “保留的” handwritten on one folded side. They don’t get recognized in the street as much anymore. There are new idols for the masses to obsess over, fresh-faced warriors with charisma and youth. But there are a few who remember. The store owner comes by and greets them personally, clasping first Mako’s hand and then Raleigh’s with a smile and a respectful nod.
Raleigh leans his elbow on the table, chin perched in his hand as he watches Mako settle into her space. She still wears color in her hair—red these last few months—despite the lines of age around her eyes and the silver strands scattered throughout the black. She glances up at him, quirking her lips into sad smile.
They haven’t drifted in years, but he knows exactly what she is thinking, what she is feeling. The ache echoes in his own heart. The night will play out like many nights before: with a small toast, with reflective silences, and with Mako making fun of him for still— “after all these years, really?”—not being able to properly use chopsticks. They will toast to the lost, they will toast to the future, but most importantly, they will find comfort in the routine, and the knowledge that someone else truly knows the depth of what they’ve lived through.
guess what guys abortion rocks and abortion access is basically the best thing ever. ^^^ probably going to be my response to any mpreg or preg thing for the next hot while.
nightrevelations replied to your post: I tend to judge people when they draw Altaïr...
It’s not cool to whitewash, but truthfully many Syrians are quite white — as in they are literally very pale. Still look different from Europeans, but it’s important to note that skintone isn’t the be-all-end-all of society’s conception of race.
Yeah, I probably could have worded that better. Skintones do range quite significantly; from darker to pale, no matter where you are. I don't have a problem with Altaïr being depicted pale, in a way that is defined in comparison to say Malik, Rauf or Abbas. He does have lighter skin, definitely, but when he's depicted as white, as European, in a way that he and his wife share the same complexion, it makes no sense to me.
