( he's not... still sore at her, really, because he couldn't bring himself to hate her even if she beat him bloody, but he's... wary, maybe. about where they are and what they're standing on. thin ice beneath their feet, crackling with the weight of their emotions and their commitment to one-another and asami in absentia. still, he doesn't pull away. she threads her fingers in his hair and he lets himself relax into her touch, feeling warm and sunkissed and bone-tired in a way he hasn't been in a long time. his exhaustion is almost entirely physical, instead of... physical and mental and emotional all at once. it's nice. )
Yeah, I'm not answering to that.
( it's a lazy protest, almost a purr. naga nests in his lap and he lifts a hand to sit atop her massive skull, scritching idly at her ears. )
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Yeah, I'm not answering to that.
( it's a lazy protest, almost a purr. naga nests in his lap and he lifts a hand to sit atop her massive skull, scritching idly at her ears. )
How's your lightbending coming along?