Post by Teяa253 on Apr 8, 2009 5:35:32 GMT 1
and now we take a break from all the break-n-bake warfare and take a little more calm turn...
there's some Maric/Sanaki interaction, but I don't think it's a ship or anything, so hold your hats...
Reyson and Malak get to talking [and doing a little more with their mouths than talking], and some other jazzy things happen, and all in all, it's a nice departure from the crazy battles that this 83rd installment provides...
so yeah. chapter 83. Order. Avatar Slayer. enjoy.
CHAPTER 83: THE COMFORTING ROLE
After Azula let go of her, Malak sort of made her way away from the rest of the group towards one of the corners behind one of the massive pillars. The group had spread out to get more room to themselves. Maric was talking with Sanaki; these two did not seem to have a love interest in each other [possibly because, despite Sanaki’s small size, she was 3 years older than Maric and Malak] but because of Sanaki’s friendly nature, the two of them were talking.
Reyson, noticing Malak by herself looking gloomy, decided to see if there was anything that he could do for her. He got up and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her forearm, running down her sleeve until he reached her hand. She looked up.
“You alright,” he asked, “I mean; I thought you’d be with your brother or something, especially when you’re feeling down.”
“I’m fine,” Malak replied, “I’m just a little tired; shaken too from healing Azula. I hope she’s alright.”
“That,” said Reyson, “that took some serious guts, Malak, especially if what she did to you is true. Why did you do it?”
“Because she knew my mother,” Malak replied, “and after being imprisoned, I could feel that she was only acting on duty—working for the highest bidder. And yet, hearing that Ayumi and Orzon switched sides... I don’t know, I’m just so confused.”
“It’s alright to be confused, Malak,” Reyson reassured her, “you got dragged into this war just like most of the rest of us. You’re the youngest one here except baby Altina. Kids like us aren’t meant to be fighting like this. It just shouldn’t be done.”
“And yet here we are,” said Malak, “I’m scared. I don’t want to lose my mom in this war; I lost her already.”
Reyson understood this to mean the couple that those twins had grown up thinking was their parents.
“Zeruda used to talk to me about Tenoko,” Reyson assured her, “I thought she was just some crazy blithering drunkard at first...”
Malak cut him off, giggling.
“She IS a crazy blithering drunkard,” she responded, “but regardless, she’s my mom. She’s awesome.”
Reyson chuckled, “but she’s also incredible. I’ve heard the stories of her as the Water Chief. Malak, there’s no way your mom could die in a place like this. You know her more than I do—think about it. Can you really see Tenoko getting killed?”
Malak actually listened to Reyson’s words. She tried to imagine her mother dying, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not really image Tenoko Dragmire getting slain.
“I can’t,” she said, “it just sounds...” she paused, “ridiculous.”
Reyson laughed. “She’s a maniac, Malak,” he replied, “trust me, she wont die. Neither will you; neither will I, nor neither will your brother. We’ve got The Avatar and The Four Benders on our side.”
He paused for a moment.
“I probably sound so dumb right now,” he said, turning slightly pink and looking down; Malak just giggled and kissed his cheek.
“You sounded good enough for me,” Malak replied, “it’s not like I’m the greatest people person either.”
“It’s sort of funny now that I think about it,” Malak replied, “you’re a Fire Nation boy, I’m a Water Tribe girl. You were raised carefully, I was sort of on my own; you’re royalty, I’m just a commoner.”
“What’s your point?” Reyson asked, “Are you saying that we can’t like each other because of that?”
“I hope not,” Malak replied, “because I love you.”
She immediately turned blood red.
“Did I...” she exclaimed, “Did I just say that out loud?”
“You did,” Reyson replied, “but even if anyone else heard, do you think I care? If you mean it, that’s all that matters to me. Do you know why?”
“Why,” Malak asked curiously,
“Because I feel the same way about you, Malak,” he replied, sliding his arm around her, “I care about you. I want you to be happy.”
Malak smiled back, still blushing.
“Thanks,” she replied, “that means a lot to me.”
Reyson smiled back at her again.
“Then close your eyes,” he said, “because you’re about to return to a very familiar experience.”
Malak listened to him, and the next moment, his other hand was behind her head, pulling it towards his, where their mouths met. Her arms soon slid around him, and they were both bound in this embrace. Neither of them had had a terrible amount of experience in doing this, and so they were both sort of ‘working’ off of the other person’s movements.
Reyson was being very gentle with Malak, treating her as if she was that fragile treasure that she originally hating being treated as; it was his loving touch—his way of indicating that he wasn’t lying, and that he really did care for her as much as he claimed he did.
Meanwhile, Maric and Sanaki were talking when suddenly, Sanaki’s slightly-pointed ears perked. Why her ears were slightly pointed as unknown, but according to an old legend, Sanaki Li Chan, the legendary Fire Lady, had had slightly pointed ears because of blood contact with a supernatural named Tera, who had huge pointed ears that could be seen from far away. Why Sanaki, an otherwise normal human, and some of her descendants, also only human, had them was unknown.
She giggled, wiggling her ears.
“Your sister’s having fun,” she said, giggling again, “I guess their tongues wanted to get to know the other person’s tonsils better.”
“What do you... oh,” he started, but Sanaki pointed behind her towards where they were, and Maric could easily see them making out.
“Don’t laugh at them,” said Maric, “that’d kill Malak,”
“I wasn’t going to,” Sanaki giggled, “I just thought it was cute.”
“Are you implying something?” Maric exclaimed, looking at Sanaki’s glazed eyes, which were looking right back into his, though she seemed focused on something else, most likely because she was blind.
“Not at all,” Sanaki giggled, “we’re just friends. Besides, I’m 17.”
Maric chuckled, “you don’t look like you’re 17,” he said, “Well; your size is sort of what throws it off.”
Maric was right about that. Sanaki was a well-developed young woman for her small size, but other than baby Altina, she was the smallest character there. However, the features of her face, dimensions of her chest, and the altogether shape of Sanaki’s physique clearly showed that she was almost an adult. She smiled.
“Well,” she said, “just because we’re not in a relationship like your sister and the prince doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?”
Maric answered by kissing her cheek. Sanaki blushed furiously, which was Maric’s intent.
“Of course,” he said, “we can be friends without “loving” each other. By the way, you might not be able to see color, but you’re as red as your clothes right now.”
He laughed, and Sanaki went a deeper red. Sanaki was a playful little girl whose actions also did not help her in her quest to prove that she was 17. It was usually her dazzling fire dances and a close look at her face that did that.
“Careful now,” she warned, “otherwise Zak might get the wrong idea.”
Maric laughed.
“True that,” he remarked, “it was just a joke; I knew you would blush like crazy when I did it, so I did.”
“You stinker,” Sanaki snapped, giggling and poking him,
“Ain’t I?” Maric laughed, “Just don’t poke fun at my sister, alright?”
“Alright, alright,” Sanaki said, fake-sighing. Maric chuckled.
Reyson eventually pulled back, Malak having been lost in the moment. When he did, her mouth actually was following his until the moment they separated. He smiled at her.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek again, “remember that, alright? Especially if I’m wrong and one of us does die.”
“No,” Malak snapped, “no, no one’s going to die! You’re going to live, you understand me? And then we’re going to grow up and live happily together and...” she broke off, slightly embarrassed at what she said.
“I’ll tell you what, Malak,” he whispered, “if you want that to happen as much as I do, then I promise that I’ll help you work that out, alright?”
Malak blushed fiercely, but then nodded.
“Alright,” she said, smiling, and then she yawned.
“You look tired,” Reyson commented, “you should take a rest.”
“Alright,” Malak replied, yawning again; she laid her head down on Reyson’s lap, where he gently ran his hands through her hair.
“Awww,” said Zakura in an unusual tone, “they’re sweet, aren’t they?”
She had directed this at Zeruda, and Zeruda actually nodded. Apparently she seemed alright with the girl her son had taken interest in, and so she smiled back at Zakura.
“It really does sort of add an interesting environment to the place,” she remarked, “even in the heart of war, there are some who are able to find a peaceful, happy moment where they can just be together. It really warms my heart. I’m proud of my son.”
“And I bet Tenoko’s probably proud of her daughter;” Zakura replied, “your son is a fine boy. I can see why Malak likes him.”
“Those twins certainly are interesting figures,” Zeruda remarked, “they definitely belong to Tenoko... they have that same sense of enigma around them. All in all though, they add to this environment. I heard the conversation young Maric had with little Sanaki over there.”
“Little children really are a pleasant addition in the world,” said Zakura, “it’s like an additional peace that we all could use at this time; something to give us a ray of hope during this impossibly long war. Maybe it’s just me, but in my eyes, they play The Comforting Role.”
~Azula~
there's some Maric/Sanaki interaction, but I don't think it's a ship or anything, so hold your hats...
Reyson and Malak get to talking [and doing a little more with their mouths than talking], and some other jazzy things happen, and all in all, it's a nice departure from the crazy battles that this 83rd installment provides...
so yeah. chapter 83. Order. Avatar Slayer. enjoy.
CHAPTER 83: THE COMFORTING ROLE
After Azula let go of her, Malak sort of made her way away from the rest of the group towards one of the corners behind one of the massive pillars. The group had spread out to get more room to themselves. Maric was talking with Sanaki; these two did not seem to have a love interest in each other [possibly because, despite Sanaki’s small size, she was 3 years older than Maric and Malak] but because of Sanaki’s friendly nature, the two of them were talking.
Reyson, noticing Malak by herself looking gloomy, decided to see if there was anything that he could do for her. He got up and sat down next to her, putting his hand on her forearm, running down her sleeve until he reached her hand. She looked up.
“You alright,” he asked, “I mean; I thought you’d be with your brother or something, especially when you’re feeling down.”
“I’m fine,” Malak replied, “I’m just a little tired; shaken too from healing Azula. I hope she’s alright.”
“That,” said Reyson, “that took some serious guts, Malak, especially if what she did to you is true. Why did you do it?”
“Because she knew my mother,” Malak replied, “and after being imprisoned, I could feel that she was only acting on duty—working for the highest bidder. And yet, hearing that Ayumi and Orzon switched sides... I don’t know, I’m just so confused.”
“It’s alright to be confused, Malak,” Reyson reassured her, “you got dragged into this war just like most of the rest of us. You’re the youngest one here except baby Altina. Kids like us aren’t meant to be fighting like this. It just shouldn’t be done.”
“And yet here we are,” said Malak, “I’m scared. I don’t want to lose my mom in this war; I lost her already.”
Reyson understood this to mean the couple that those twins had grown up thinking was their parents.
“Zeruda used to talk to me about Tenoko,” Reyson assured her, “I thought she was just some crazy blithering drunkard at first...”
Malak cut him off, giggling.
“She IS a crazy blithering drunkard,” she responded, “but regardless, she’s my mom. She’s awesome.”
Reyson chuckled, “but she’s also incredible. I’ve heard the stories of her as the Water Chief. Malak, there’s no way your mom could die in a place like this. You know her more than I do—think about it. Can you really see Tenoko getting killed?”
Malak actually listened to Reyson’s words. She tried to imagine her mother dying, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not really image Tenoko Dragmire getting slain.
“I can’t,” she said, “it just sounds...” she paused, “ridiculous.”
Reyson laughed. “She’s a maniac, Malak,” he replied, “trust me, she wont die. Neither will you; neither will I, nor neither will your brother. We’ve got The Avatar and The Four Benders on our side.”
He paused for a moment.
“I probably sound so dumb right now,” he said, turning slightly pink and looking down; Malak just giggled and kissed his cheek.
“You sounded good enough for me,” Malak replied, “it’s not like I’m the greatest people person either.”
“It’s sort of funny now that I think about it,” Malak replied, “you’re a Fire Nation boy, I’m a Water Tribe girl. You were raised carefully, I was sort of on my own; you’re royalty, I’m just a commoner.”
“What’s your point?” Reyson asked, “Are you saying that we can’t like each other because of that?”
“I hope not,” Malak replied, “because I love you.”
She immediately turned blood red.
“Did I...” she exclaimed, “Did I just say that out loud?”
“You did,” Reyson replied, “but even if anyone else heard, do you think I care? If you mean it, that’s all that matters to me. Do you know why?”
“Why,” Malak asked curiously,
“Because I feel the same way about you, Malak,” he replied, sliding his arm around her, “I care about you. I want you to be happy.”
Malak smiled back, still blushing.
“Thanks,” she replied, “that means a lot to me.”
Reyson smiled back at her again.
“Then close your eyes,” he said, “because you’re about to return to a very familiar experience.”
Malak listened to him, and the next moment, his other hand was behind her head, pulling it towards his, where their mouths met. Her arms soon slid around him, and they were both bound in this embrace. Neither of them had had a terrible amount of experience in doing this, and so they were both sort of ‘working’ off of the other person’s movements.
Reyson was being very gentle with Malak, treating her as if she was that fragile treasure that she originally hating being treated as; it was his loving touch—his way of indicating that he wasn’t lying, and that he really did care for her as much as he claimed he did.
Meanwhile, Maric and Sanaki were talking when suddenly, Sanaki’s slightly-pointed ears perked. Why her ears were slightly pointed as unknown, but according to an old legend, Sanaki Li Chan, the legendary Fire Lady, had had slightly pointed ears because of blood contact with a supernatural named Tera, who had huge pointed ears that could be seen from far away. Why Sanaki, an otherwise normal human, and some of her descendants, also only human, had them was unknown.
She giggled, wiggling her ears.
“Your sister’s having fun,” she said, giggling again, “I guess their tongues wanted to get to know the other person’s tonsils better.”
“What do you... oh,” he started, but Sanaki pointed behind her towards where they were, and Maric could easily see them making out.
“Don’t laugh at them,” said Maric, “that’d kill Malak,”
“I wasn’t going to,” Sanaki giggled, “I just thought it was cute.”
“Are you implying something?” Maric exclaimed, looking at Sanaki’s glazed eyes, which were looking right back into his, though she seemed focused on something else, most likely because she was blind.
“Not at all,” Sanaki giggled, “we’re just friends. Besides, I’m 17.”
Maric chuckled, “you don’t look like you’re 17,” he said, “Well; your size is sort of what throws it off.”
Maric was right about that. Sanaki was a well-developed young woman for her small size, but other than baby Altina, she was the smallest character there. However, the features of her face, dimensions of her chest, and the altogether shape of Sanaki’s physique clearly showed that she was almost an adult. She smiled.
“Well,” she said, “just because we’re not in a relationship like your sister and the prince doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?”
Maric answered by kissing her cheek. Sanaki blushed furiously, which was Maric’s intent.
“Of course,” he said, “we can be friends without “loving” each other. By the way, you might not be able to see color, but you’re as red as your clothes right now.”
He laughed, and Sanaki went a deeper red. Sanaki was a playful little girl whose actions also did not help her in her quest to prove that she was 17. It was usually her dazzling fire dances and a close look at her face that did that.
“Careful now,” she warned, “otherwise Zak might get the wrong idea.”
Maric laughed.
“True that,” he remarked, “it was just a joke; I knew you would blush like crazy when I did it, so I did.”
“You stinker,” Sanaki snapped, giggling and poking him,
“Ain’t I?” Maric laughed, “Just don’t poke fun at my sister, alright?”
“Alright, alright,” Sanaki said, fake-sighing. Maric chuckled.
Reyson eventually pulled back, Malak having been lost in the moment. When he did, her mouth actually was following his until the moment they separated. He smiled at her.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek again, “remember that, alright? Especially if I’m wrong and one of us does die.”
“No,” Malak snapped, “no, no one’s going to die! You’re going to live, you understand me? And then we’re going to grow up and live happily together and...” she broke off, slightly embarrassed at what she said.
“I’ll tell you what, Malak,” he whispered, “if you want that to happen as much as I do, then I promise that I’ll help you work that out, alright?”
Malak blushed fiercely, but then nodded.
“Alright,” she said, smiling, and then she yawned.
“You look tired,” Reyson commented, “you should take a rest.”
“Alright,” Malak replied, yawning again; she laid her head down on Reyson’s lap, where he gently ran his hands through her hair.
“Awww,” said Zakura in an unusual tone, “they’re sweet, aren’t they?”
She had directed this at Zeruda, and Zeruda actually nodded. Apparently she seemed alright with the girl her son had taken interest in, and so she smiled back at Zakura.
“It really does sort of add an interesting environment to the place,” she remarked, “even in the heart of war, there are some who are able to find a peaceful, happy moment where they can just be together. It really warms my heart. I’m proud of my son.”
“And I bet Tenoko’s probably proud of her daughter;” Zakura replied, “your son is a fine boy. I can see why Malak likes him.”
“Those twins certainly are interesting figures,” Zeruda remarked, “they definitely belong to Tenoko... they have that same sense of enigma around them. All in all though, they add to this environment. I heard the conversation young Maric had with little Sanaki over there.”
“Little children really are a pleasant addition in the world,” said Zakura, “it’s like an additional peace that we all could use at this time; something to give us a ray of hope during this impossibly long war. Maybe it’s just me, but in my eyes, they play The Comforting Role.”
~Azula~
