Appointments Post ( II )

[generalflirt]

This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Masaomi anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).

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[Action, March 11th]
[Voice, September 8th]
Written, June 10th]

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[generalflirt]

[He's showered, in his civvies and... smells less bad. He hasn't done everything like put on his best clothes or do up his hair, but he does have both of his normal piercings and his extra hoop ring in the left ear still. And, of course, her bracelet.

But he's just coming into the square, looking tired but relatively at peace to be in the sunlight]

[markofthebrave]

[Too bad he's approaching from behind her, huh?

That is, unless he likes the view of Katara standing in a clear patch of air, surrounded by fog that won't touch her.]

[generalflirt]

[Oh he does. In fact, he announces himself in the way of a little laugh and-]

Well look at that, a beautiful woman parting the "sea." That's simply romantic.

[markofthebrave]

[Oh that's--

She turns and instantly moves to hug him.]

Welcome back.

[generalflirt]

[And he hugs he back, laughing a bit. She'll squirm out if she wants out and he'll accept the cue]

I'm back.

[markofthebrave]

[Nope. Staying right here, actually. Needing the physical reassurance that you're okay. Possibly shaking a very little bit, too.]

I was scared.

[For you. For all of you.]

[generalflirt]

[Oh, well then. When he doesn't pull back he is - once again - mildly surprised. But instead of falling apart on her like last time, he instead squeezes her a little tighter and starts to run his hand on her back in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. He can't help it. He's glad to see her too

He whispers the next part-]

Honestly, so was I.

[Perhaps it's his tired brain forcing that out. Words of assurance seem like they wouldn't do the horror of what he'd fought the last week justice]

[markofthebrave]

[It takes her a moment to pull away. In that moment, she holds on to him more tightly, eyes shut, allowing the rhythm of his breathing to convince her that he was real and alive and okay.

And then she shifts her weight back and starts to pull away.]

Yes, all right?

[Because she could have lost him to this. Because he could have been so hurt. Because she is tired of having her heart ripped up and she doesn't know what's right anymore so she could at least give him a chance. She could give him that much trust.]

Yes.

[generalflirt]

[He's smiling when he pulls away from her, though he does still brush on her for a moment. For a moment, at the first "Yes," he's actually uncomprehending - it just only shows in his eyes. What...?

But then it clicks. To his credit, he doesn't look amazed or surprised or shocked. Rather, his eyes just grow a twinkle in them and his smile, if anything, gets broader

But he's also not sure what to say. Should he- no maybe- but-?

Instead, he just leans down to kiss her on the forehead.]

[markofthebrave]

[She closes her eyes when he kisses her and takes a deep breath. Katara opens her eyes again when he pulls away.]

Just so we're clear, this isn't us dating. It's one date. And not this week. But you can pick the time after that, just give me at least the day before to let me know. Okay?

[generalflirt]

Of course, of course! I shan't be so presumptuous!

[After the events of the thirtieth - after Korras Blake - the final bit of his morale has dropped up. At the tail end of the draft he worked on autopilot, guarding the hospital to see that cure finished and everyone saved. But he had no emotional investment in it. No spark. And now, all at once, he has his spark back and his heart is soaring]

And it's okay. More than, it's great. I'm glad.

[markofthebrave]

[She took a deep breath and gave him a small smile.]

Okay.

[generalflirt]

Great. [Snickering a bit, even. He rocks back and looks around] Maaah, I sort of thought this wouldn't happen underwater, but you never know how things go in Luceti.

[markofthebrave]

Oh, well- [blushing very, very faintly, Katara makes a small hand motion. The fog clears away from them., their own private circle of clear air.] Better?

[generalflirt]

Like I said earlier, you might even call it romantic.

[He smiles, and then... well, he wants to sit.]

That said, I'm going to take a seat.

[ He has no idea if she wants to go or not (maybe the confession means she doesn't want to stick around him, too awkward for her) but he's going to start to walk towards one of the benches after motioning for the fact he's going to do that. He lets the invitation if she wants to come hang in the air. He wants to seat either way He would sure like her to stay, but.]

[markofthebrave]

You did not say that.

[It's said with a small smile, but she follows him over to sit next to him on the bench, concerned.]

[generalflirt]

Did too, I checked the transcript. [And... seat. Ah. He sighs in visible relief at sitting again and arches his back a bit to lean against the bench's back more. There's a crack. Apparently he was stiff too]

[markofthebrave]

And there isn't any transcript.

[She tilts her head and looks at him.]

Are you okay?

[generalflirt]

I'm sore. I'm tired. [And he tilts his head back to look up at the sun. Man, the sun. He's missed the sun. He wonders if Aang told her that it was a perpetual night in Vaskoth] But I've spent the last several days in a deep darkness, and so to darkness [sleep] is the last place I want to return.

[markofthebrave]

Do you want to talk about it?

[generalflirt]

[He's still staring up at the sky and he considers... just a moment before he makes a noise of agreement]

Mm, if you want to hear me tell it.

[markofthebrave]

[Katara sobers further.]

Of course I do.

[generalflirt]

[He keeps looking up at the sky - even in their "bubble" it's pretty hard to see it clearly through the fog. But... he can still see it. He considers what he should be starting with. His mouth opens and closes before, finally.]

...Burnt flesh smells really bad.

[markofthebrave]

[She gasps in quiet, private horror even as her eyes sharpen, looking him over for burns. Her hand automatically doesn't stop, it goes directly to the necklace she never takes off.]

I know.

[generalflirt]

[NO BURNS. Or at least, no obvious ones. Lots of bruises, a few cuts which haven't healed entirely]

Mmm. [Of course she would. He knows they fought the Fire Nation and he knows that her mother died for it. But that's almost beside the point right now. He looks still from the sky, but now raises his arm to look like he's reaching for the sky. The left arm, which has her bracelet on his wrist]

I probably knew that already, honestly. I mean, I'm friends with Gold, right? You saw way back on the farms. [He uses a Typhlosion, a fire badger. He burns the Third Party to ashes if he can help it. Maybe he burns them too fast that the smell never hit him before, he can't be sure] But... I guess I never thought I'd be lighting humans - or things which were them once? I don't know what you'd call it, haaah....

[Lighting them on fire]