#swordbende

[sumimasu]

me rn

because @swordbende

[wintersovereign]

A little drabble for @swordbende

Elsa laughed softly as Bao's enormous head nudged insistently against her shoulder, nearly upsetting the small basket balanced on her arm. Reaching into the basket, Elsa produced a peppermint and held it out on her palm. “One at a time,” she reminded gently as Bao accepted the treat with surprising gentleness for a creature of her size, lips brushing Elsa's gloved hand before the candy disappeared with a satisfied crunch.

“There...” Elsa smiled, retrieving another after a moment. “Good girls deserve rewards.”

Once Bao had happily worked through several peppermints, Elsa set the basket aside and gathered a section of the bison's thick, ivory-colored fur. Her fingers moved with practiced skill, separating and weaving the strands into neat braids. Tiny ribbons of pale blue silk appeared with a flick of her wrist, summoned from shimmering frost to tie off each finished braid.

“You have such beautiful fur,” she said, smoothing another section flat before beginning again. “It would be a shame not to show it off.”

Bao let out another contented grunt, eyelids drooping as Elsa continued to work. Every so often the great creature leaned her weight against the queen, forcing Elsa to brace herself with an amused chuckle. “My goodness,” she teased. “You’re determined to climb in my lap, aren't you?” The only response was another blissful rumble.

Elsa smiled to herself, absentmindedly stroking Bao's neck between braids. There was something wonderfully uncomplicated about animals. They cared little for titles or expectations. Kindness was returned with trust, affection with affection.

“Between you and me...” She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice to a playful whisper. “...I can't entirely blame you for enjoying a little spa treatment.”

Bao huffed happily, nudging Elsa's shoulder once more before settling into the attention with complete contentment, while Elsa resumed her careful braiding, humming a quietly as the afternoon drifted peacefully onward.

[firehonored]

@swordbende asked: 😏 // give my muse a hickey . //if that's okay 👀

“Sokka!” While he had been enjoying the act in the moment, seeing the hickey bruising on his skin on the side of his neck brought alarm to the young Fire Lord immediately. He slapped a hand there, wondering if there was something he could use to hide it while he had his meeting. “I have a meeting to attend to in a few hours, you know,” he grumbled at the Water Tribesman, though he wasn’t really upset with him. No one knew they were sneaking around, so no one had to know who the hickey was from. But still, it wasn’t seemly for a Fire Lord to be walking around looking like that. Maybe he had enough time to spare now to rid himself of the mark, but he was planning revenge in his head. Marching over to the other man, Zuko managed to grab Sokka by the arm before he could even try to escape. “No way, where do you think you’re going, Mister?” He wagged a finger at him saying, “It’s my turn to leave marks on you, come here.”

[kakiaktok]

@swordbende sent: ​❝ how does my sand castle look? ❞

summertime sentence starters ! / accepting.

katara hums her response, the sea still clinging to her as she steps back onto the pleasantly warm sand & wanders further from the receding waves. the sound is less of an actual grading of his sand castle & more an acknowledgement that once she'd wrung as much saltwater from her curls as she could, she'd entertain his question. priorities, sokka.

❝ it looks ... ❞ the waterbender's voice trails off as she tries to find an accurate comparison. it isn't poorly constructed by any means, considering the only tools at sokka's disposal are his own hands & whatever he stumbled across on the shoreline. but there is something achingly familiar in its structure.

❝ ... kinda like the first time you tried making a snow fort. ❞ the first time she remembers, at least. when she still stumbled through the snow & spent her time waddling around the village at sokka's heels. it was uneven & maybe too thick at its base, with a handful of spires at varying heights. certainly not unremarkable, but not what one may expect to find among the white sands. with a shrug, she adds, ❝ the moat's a nice touch. ❞

[tidewoven]

@swordbende: liked.

"Have you seen my hair pieces? I can't find them anywh —," Katara was cut off mid sentence when she saw mentioned hair piece in her brothers hands. An annoyed looked crossed the youngers face as she said, "You know those won't go into your hair, right? Did you lose yours again? Is that why you went after mine? Here, hand them over. I'm sure I've got extra of your hair doodles laying around somewhere from the last time I fixed up your hair."

[sumimasu]

anon is for cowards. you're genuinely so much fun to talk to and i love your vibes, you have such chill and laidback energy. your sense of humor takes me out constantly. also, your ocs?? incredible 10/10. i've only been able to interact with junsei so far but i want to put him in my pocket to keep him safe and happy forever. i'm excited to see what other plots & dynamics we end up with (aside from junsokka and whatever situationship jun and yue have going on fhsjdh)

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[deardrownedophelia]

❛ can i kiss you? ❜ //for yue! @swordbende [This got long, I'm sorry]

Time was a curious, fickle thing in times of war. A single year seemed to stretch on and on. And yet, as the war drew to its end, the anticipation only continued to grow. The Northern Tribe had sent aid to their sister tribe in the South, and Master Pakku had journeyed into the world for love. Yue had wished for the same—to stand beside those who continued to risk their lives on the front lines. Despite her protests, the walls of the North remained closed...

And she remained within them.

When word finally spread that the Southern Water Tribe's warriors had arrived alongside Hakoda and the heroes who had helped end the Hundred Year War, the city stirred with excitement. Crowds gathered along the icy walkways to welcome them, voices carrying across the canals as ships eased into the harbor.

Yue searched the faces almost absentmindedly, recognizing Hakoda. Chief of the Southern Tribe, standing tall and a proud father of two war heros.

Then her gaze found another.

She recognized him instantly. Not because he was the same boy she'd met beneath the moon, awkward and endlessly determined, but because somewhere beneath the broader shoulders, the stronger jaw, and the confidence of a seasoned warrior, that same earnest smile still lingered. Sokka. For a heartbeat, she simply stared. The year between them had transformed him nearly as much as it had her. The lanky teenager she remembered had disappeared somewhere on the battlefield. She hadn't expected time to change him so completely. Her heart clenched at the thought. They had made silly promises after Katara had helped her revive the moon spirit, chaste kisses of love that would endure the war. They hadn't spoken in the entire year they'd been apart, and while a younger Yue might have clung to whispered promises made beneath the moon, she had long since convinced herself to let them go. They had both been children, after all. A year had changed the world. It had surely changed them, too.

So why, at the mere sight of him, did her heart forget every sensible conclusion she'd reached? It beat against her ribs with an eagerness that felt almost embarrassing. Worse still was the quiet guilt that followed. Tradition dictated that the princess welcome those who had fought for the world beyond their walls. She hadn't, caught between worry that he wouldn't be standing there and that he also might. She'd watched him from afar instead, curious why his brow seemed to draw together when it dawned that someone was missing. He had noticed her absence.

It seemed the Spirits intended on surprising her, or perhaps he remembered just as well as she did. Sokka found her on the bridge, bathed in moonlight like their last night nearly a year before. "Aren't you supposed to be celebrating?" Yue turned, watching as his mouth formed a smile as he met her gaze. "Aren't you supposed to be there too? Dazzling everyone?" A laugh breathed out of her, her head turning to hide the color rising to her cheeks. "Charming as ever, I see" Yue hummed softly, her fingers twisting within the sleeves of her fur. Sokka laughed with her, nudging her shoulder with a playfulness that made her stomach warm. How easy he made it seem as if no time had passed at all. "Glad you remembered" He hummed, his voice softening as they stood together. "Do you remember...everything about this spot?" Yue asked softly, flicking her gaze back up to him.

Sokka seemed to contemplate his answer for a moment, each passing second tightening the ball of anxiety in her stomach. "Can I kiss you?" His gaze found hers, and for the briefest moment, Yue could have sworn it lingered on her lips."That was the last thing I asked you here." His voice sounded rough, like the question itself had etched into his soul. He remembered, and it occurred to her that memory had lingered for him. Yue's heart throbbed painfully against her ribs. "Yes," she whispered, a smile finding her lips "You—" The rest of her sentence dissolved into a soft sound of surprise as Sokka dipped his head forward. Her fingers instinctively tangled themselves in the front of his parka while his hands rose to cradle her face, warm despite the chill around them. Her eyelashes fluttered open, a happiness lingering behind silver eyes as she met his gaze.

"You didn't forget"

[inndomiitable]

ooc. at this point me , dotty and sage are a package.