[Bolin still can't help but marvel at how neat it is that Zuko exists. A dragon.. a sweet and spicy little noodle of a dragon and he loves her(?) endlessly.
He raises a hand to rest on the dragon by instinct. They give a little comfort in the face of the inferno approaching behind, which is appreciated, but not quite the shield he wishes they were.
Mako looks like a dark spirit the way he moves, silent and smouldering. Like a viper, coiled tightly and ready to bite.
The smoke is up Bolin's nose. The energy is suffocating. The command is loud and clear. He swallows thickly and looks down, inspecting his feet which have suddenly become very interesting. ]
So I.. I um.
[No.. this isn't. He can't-- he just withers and takes a step to the side and reveals his hideout which is.. not that bad. Bad, but not living in a dumpster bad. There are six or seven rough, bent stone steps down into the ground into a room that can't yet be seen except for Pabu who is at the bottom step, very still, and watching Mako like there's a predator at the door. Watching the way Bolin submits immediately with his explanation: unordered, unrehearsed, tumbling out chaotically as fast as he can.]
This was never gonna be forever, I swear. I tried to find a place, I really did. I've had three so far but they were all wrong and then I tried to rent and no one wanted me because of my blood or whatever and.. I don't know, I thought I'd try some exploring and- argh it was the worst at first and then it was kind of okay and then it got cold so I made a place.. it just happened.
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Date: 2021-12-02 03:28 am (UTC)He raises a hand to rest on the dragon by instinct. They give a little comfort in the face of the inferno approaching behind, which is appreciated, but not quite the shield he wishes they were.
Mako looks like a dark spirit the way he moves, silent and smouldering. Like a viper, coiled tightly and ready to bite.
The smoke is up Bolin's nose. The energy is suffocating. The command is loud and clear. He swallows thickly and looks down, inspecting his feet which have suddenly become very interesting. ]
So I.. I um.
[No.. this isn't. He can't-- he just withers and takes a step to the side and reveals his hideout which is.. not that bad. Bad, but not living in a dumpster bad. There are six or seven rough, bent stone steps down into the ground into a room that can't yet be seen except for Pabu who is at the bottom step, very still, and watching Mako like there's a predator at the door. Watching the way Bolin submits immediately with his explanation: unordered, unrehearsed, tumbling out chaotically as fast as he can.]
This was never gonna be forever, I swear. I tried to find a place, I really did. I've had three so far but they were all wrong and then I tried to rent and no one wanted me because of my blood or whatever and.. I don't know, I thought I'd try some exploring and- argh it was the worst at first and then it was kind of okay and then it got cold so I made a place.. it just happened.