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Belated Birthday Sentences for KJ and Happy Birthday Splicing for Pi!
For whiteadelphi
Accept
Neither of them noticed they day they stopped waiting for someone to answer before opening the other person’s front door.
Agree
Mikans over chocolate. Any day of the week.
Borrow
When Katara finally told Nami the story of how she first got her waterbending scroll, Nami pressed her hand to her mouth in a vain attempt to hold in giggles.
Chase
Tag was a lot more fun when it was just a game and you didn’t have a couple dozen screaming Third Party soldiers on your tail, but Katara smiled as she ran anyway because she knew that Nami was just around that corner and once she got there they’d show the Third Party members what it meant to be ‘It.’
Confess
“…I liked being in love with him.”
Depend
That’s what family does.
Embarrass
Katara never thought she was particularly body-shy until after that one shopping trip…
Groan
It was the sound of satisfaction they made when they finally put down their bos and stretched after practice.
Handle
Too much like the wind, perhaps, or the ocean which flowed in both their veins, too hard and too soft by degrees, entirely impossible to keep from their set course, and far, far too hot to handle.
Lighten
There was darkness in Luceti that not even its electric lamps could pierce; the only thing that made it bearable was the smile of a friend.
For Pi90katana
Whip
Water just barely brushed against his ankle - she’d improved and still, “You’ll have to be faster than that!”
Wonder
It had taken ‘far too much effort’ to get her up here, more effort still to get her to lay down and stop talking, and he’d had to turn to her twice to tell her to just shush, but Katara finally stopped shifting uncomfortably and thinking about places she had to go and for a long while there was just silence, the breeze, the warmth of the sun and the blue of the sky - until finally, “That one looks like a turtleduck.”
Unfasten
“Damn it, Shikamaru!” he was bleeding and the stupid jacket may have saved his life but she needed to get to the wound and, “how many straps does this thing have?”
Trap
He didn’t even look up, just called out “General to black six,” and Katara grinned, “Ha! I win!” “What?” he raised himself on one elbow to see - and sure enough, the board had changed, but he could never prove that she’d cheated, and Katara refused to tell.
Spill
“The reason I wanted to know so much about your shadow jutsu was because… when the moon is full, I’m much stronger and… I learned…” she squares her shoulders, looks up to meet his clear, dark eyes with her storm-tossed gaze, “I’m a bloodbender.”
And the following is loosely based off of this picture on DA. Very loosely.
Longshot didn’t often think of his father. He spoke of him even less, in word or in deed. But when he laid his long-fingered hand on the yew of the longbow, he couldn’t help but think of the man who taught him to shoot, but who wouldn’t teach him this weapon. This was the bow of a Yu Yan Archer, mighty and elite soldiers of the Fire Nation, and he was the get of an Earth Kingdom peasant. Running his hand across the smooth wood, Longshot sourly wondered at the fact his father had taught him at all. He’d surely never expected his son to lay his hand on a weapon like this.
He had to practice with it. The feel of it was different than his own bow, the amount of strength necessary to pull back the string, the power behind the shot far more intense. For a young man who’d trained himself to be understood in silence, every movement was a reflection of his thought. It was no wonder that he’d taken to training alone, wary of the tells he could not guard against and the thoughts he did not want made known but that the others could not help but see.
They knew each other so well. They left him alone.
Loudest of all was that day he drew, by memory, the mask of his father on his own face. For a Yu Yan Archer, this was a symbol of pride. For Jet’s mad plan to succeed, Longshot would have to know it from the inside as well as he knew it from the outside, he’d have to wear it, to be able to trace it on his face at a moment’s notice, to-
Smellerbee laid her small hand on his shoulder. He knew she could read his tension in that touch; he was drawn tight as one of his own bow strings. The space of heartbeats it took for him to compose himself before he looked at her was a language all their own, and like words harshly spoken, conveyed what he wished he hadn’t said.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ve still got your back.”
The words were unnecessary.
But now he was able to return the fierce smile glinting in her eyes.
For whiteadelphi
Accept
Neither of them noticed they day they stopped waiting for someone to answer before opening the other person’s front door.
Agree
Mikans over chocolate. Any day of the week.
Borrow
When Katara finally told Nami the story of how she first got her waterbending scroll, Nami pressed her hand to her mouth in a vain attempt to hold in giggles.
Chase
Tag was a lot more fun when it was just a game and you didn’t have a couple dozen screaming Third Party soldiers on your tail, but Katara smiled as she ran anyway because she knew that Nami was just around that corner and once she got there they’d show the Third Party members what it meant to be ‘It.’
Confess
“…I liked being in love with him.”
Depend
That’s what family does.
Embarrass
Katara never thought she was particularly body-shy until after that one shopping trip…
Groan
It was the sound of satisfaction they made when they finally put down their bos and stretched after practice.
Handle
Too much like the wind, perhaps, or the ocean which flowed in both their veins, too hard and too soft by degrees, entirely impossible to keep from their set course, and far, far too hot to handle.
Lighten
There was darkness in Luceti that not even its electric lamps could pierce; the only thing that made it bearable was the smile of a friend.
For Pi90katana
Whip
Water just barely brushed against his ankle - she’d improved and still, “You’ll have to be faster than that!”
Wonder
It had taken ‘far too much effort’ to get her up here, more effort still to get her to lay down and stop talking, and he’d had to turn to her twice to tell her to just shush, but Katara finally stopped shifting uncomfortably and thinking about places she had to go and for a long while there was just silence, the breeze, the warmth of the sun and the blue of the sky - until finally, “That one looks like a turtleduck.”
Unfasten
“Damn it, Shikamaru!” he was bleeding and the stupid jacket may have saved his life but she needed to get to the wound and, “how many straps does this thing have?”
Trap
He didn’t even look up, just called out “General to black six,” and Katara grinned, “Ha! I win!” “What?” he raised himself on one elbow to see - and sure enough, the board had changed, but he could never prove that she’d cheated, and Katara refused to tell.
Spill
“The reason I wanted to know so much about your shadow jutsu was because… when the moon is full, I’m much stronger and… I learned…” she squares her shoulders, looks up to meet his clear, dark eyes with her storm-tossed gaze, “I’m a bloodbender.”
And the following is loosely based off of this picture on DA. Very loosely.
Longshot didn’t often think of his father. He spoke of him even less, in word or in deed. But when he laid his long-fingered hand on the yew of the longbow, he couldn’t help but think of the man who taught him to shoot, but who wouldn’t teach him this weapon. This was the bow of a Yu Yan Archer, mighty and elite soldiers of the Fire Nation, and he was the get of an Earth Kingdom peasant. Running his hand across the smooth wood, Longshot sourly wondered at the fact his father had taught him at all. He’d surely never expected his son to lay his hand on a weapon like this.
He had to practice with it. The feel of it was different than his own bow, the amount of strength necessary to pull back the string, the power behind the shot far more intense. For a young man who’d trained himself to be understood in silence, every movement was a reflection of his thought. It was no wonder that he’d taken to training alone, wary of the tells he could not guard against and the thoughts he did not want made known but that the others could not help but see.
They knew each other so well. They left him alone.
Loudest of all was that day he drew, by memory, the mask of his father on his own face. For a Yu Yan Archer, this was a symbol of pride. For Jet’s mad plan to succeed, Longshot would have to know it from the inside as well as he knew it from the outside, he’d have to wear it, to be able to trace it on his face at a moment’s notice, to-
Smellerbee laid her small hand on his shoulder. He knew she could read his tension in that touch; he was drawn tight as one of his own bow strings. The space of heartbeats it took for him to compose himself before he looked at her was a language all their own, and like words harshly spoken, conveyed what he wished he hadn’t said.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ve still got your back.”
The words were unnecessary.
But now he was able to return the fierce smile glinting in her eyes.