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Arthur ([personal profile] specifiercity) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2021-11-13 02:51 pm

i'm faithless now

Who: Arthur ([personal profile] specifiercity) & Asami Sato ([personal profile] futureinventor)
What: Event & General prompts for November!
When: Throughout November
Where: All over! I'll update here for the open prompts!

Content Warnings: event warnings generally apply, a little bit of Arthur's PTSD getting triggered (within the event)

[if you wanna plot with me hit me up at [plurk.com profile] dreamalittlebigger!]
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[personal profile] futureinventor 2021-11-27 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Asami's omen is laying in the corner under the front window, and for the first time she moves, raising her head to look up at Asami. She still doesn't have a name, but she also doesn't talk a lot. She's measured in her actions the same way Asami is.]

I don't know. I still think about all the plans and dreams I had for Republic City, and the life I thought I'd have there...

[She looks up at Mako.]

But everyone I love is here.
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[personal profile] arclightning 2021-11-27 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sometimes Mako is reminded of why he and Asami connected in the first place.

She's gorgeous, sure. She was possibly the most attractive person to ever pay attention to him for a while there, probably still is, and she's rich and smart and kind, but more than that—

They're on the same wavelength, at a deep level. There's static, of course. Fuzzy moments and radio-shrieks, spikes of anger and misunderstanding, but at the core of him Mako knows that Asami shoulders too much responsibility and has enough compassion to fill Yue Bay, thinks about others long before she thinks about herself. She gets it, and she does the same thing that Wu does: takes Mako's complicated looping thoughts, the kind that wind themselves around him, out of his head and puts them into a few simple words.

Zuko, curled around his neck, lets out a small trill and shoves herself off, gliding through the air until she can land on Asami's shoulders. She shoves her little nose into Asami's hair, rumbling gently with affection. Mako swallows.
]

I... know exactly what you mean.