AGE »19
PERSONALITY »Nice girl, tired of putting up with your shit though.
WORLD »1930s-ish; SOME people can manipulate earth, fire, air, or water... if they're lucky...
TAMAHOME »fushigi yuugi
AGE »18
PERSONALITY »Narrow focus, shy, short-tempered.
WORLD »Inspired by ancient China; 4 kingdoms, 4 beast gods, 4 priestesses, 28 hunky guardians.
MOZU »sidooh
AGE »19
PERSONALITY »You want her to like you.
WORLD »Japan, end of Tokugawa Era.
TAHNO »legend of korra
AGE »18
PERSONALITY »Needs his toys taken away before he'll be an ok person.
WORLD »1930s-ish; bending of the elements
[Tamahome should have taken a lesson from Mako when it came to conducting oneself after breakups, but maybe he never felt like he had to. The love he and Miaka shared was real, it was meant to last an eternity. He'd promised her countless times that he would do anything in his power to be with her, always and forever.
But then she started acting strangely. She told him, with watered eyes and a wavering voice, "It's for our own good, Tamahome." It's been two days and she still hasn't responded to his calls.
Per breakup tradition, he and Mako are at the latter's apartment watching a movie. A bowl of popcorn sits between them while their bottles of beer are set on the coffee table. Tamahome leans forward in his seat, seeing but not really watching the movie, while silent man-tears maintain a constant stream down his face. He thinks he's at an angle where Mako won't be able to tell, but his occasional sniffles give him away.]
[ in retrospect, mako should have probably checked the DVR settings before just flipping on to the next random movie, unaware that his brother had been on a chick flick binge for the last few days or so. he's almost grateful for tamahome's attempts to hide his tears — this, in turn, made it easy to hide mako's wince every time john cusack and kate beckingsale harped on about one true loves and destiny.
mako, himself, had never been very good at the "comforting" thing. he did what most guys tended to do, what he assumed most people would have preferred — he offered solutions, advice. he was a problem-solver, at the very core of him, and when a buddy came to you with a problem, even a problem dealing with girls (which mako, admittedly, had never been all that adept in, despite having had his... fair share...) he would be there for them with a solution. but tamahome was always kind of... different. too feelsy, really, in the way that bolin always was, and mako knew that coming to the other man with a list of solutions as just not going to cut it.
after about the twelfth sniffle, mako realizes there's just not avoiding it.
they were going to have to actually talk about this. ]
I don't understand. She didn't give me a reason. [That would be a yes, Mako. Get him a beer STAT.
His tone wavers despite his efforts to keep it under control. He keeps it low, almost a growl, and he hopes the swig of beer he's taking will do something to soothe his sore throat.
He adds a beat later:] I don't want to talk about it.
[ mako's lips had opened around a rueful, They don't have to, but before he could even put voice to the words, tamahome cuts him off. he winds up sighing instead, and taking another long swig of his own beer to down it. if he's going to get up to get another bottle, he may as well get two. ]
She probably just needs space or something, [ he says, from the safety of the kitchenette a few feet away. he pokes around the refrigerator longer than necessary. ] You know how girls are... they're fickle, or something.
[Staying over at Mako and Bolin's attic was better as an idea than it was in execution. The prospect of sleeping in the same bed as Mako for a night is what sold her; what she didn't think about was the thick, hot, stuffy attic air in combination with Bolin's snoring from where he slept on the couch. Up in the loft, Asami was absently fingering a tear in Mako's shirt and just waiting to fall asleep until she realized it wasn't going to happen.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]
[ there is a long, heavy lull between the poking of his chin and the time he finally stirs beside her. his arm, by now, has gone numb from remaining in one position too long. he attempts to move it before he realizes asami's still sort of half-laying on it. he gives out a low grunt in acknowledgement, almost more like a rumble in the back of his throat. it's another few seconds before his eyes reluctantly flicker open. ]
...hnn?
[ he normally isn't much of a heavy sleeper, truth be told. but sleep had always been a pretty precious commodity for the older brother who put waaaaay too much pressure on himself, especially after spending a whole day moving his girlfriend's things from her home to their cramped little attic space. so it takes him a few more seconds to turn his head over and blink owlishly at asami, clearly still in the process of waking up. ]
'sami? [ his voice is thick with a drowsiness that makes his voice even deeper and rougher, which might have been attractive if he didn't sound like a drunk right now. ] You okay?
Oh, thank goodness you're awake. [No, she isn't stupid. She sighs morning breath and rests her chin on him, wrapping an arm around his waist.] I'm fine, just... having a hard time falling asleep.
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JUST KIDDING obviously he's here for tamahome or should i say tamahomie ]
NONE OF THE ABOVE PROMPTS, just go with this...
But then she started acting strangely. She told him, with watered eyes and a wavering voice, "It's for our own good, Tamahome." It's been two days and she still hasn't responded to his calls.
Per breakup tradition, he and Mako are at the latter's apartment watching a movie. A bowl of popcorn sits between them while their bottles of beer are set on the coffee table. Tamahome leans forward in his seat, seeing but not really watching the movie, while silent man-tears maintain a constant stream down his face. He thinks he's at an angle where Mako won't be able to tell, but his occasional sniffles give him away.]
omg
mako, himself, had never been very good at the "comforting" thing. he did what most guys tended to do, what he assumed most people would have preferred — he offered solutions, advice. he was a problem-solver, at the very core of him, and when a buddy came to you with a problem, even a problem dealing with girls (which mako, admittedly, had never been all that adept in, despite having had his... fair share...) he would be there for them with a solution. but tamahome was always kind of... different. too feelsy, really, in the way that bolin always was, and mako knew that coming to the other man with a list of solutions as just not going to cut it.
after about the twelfth sniffle, mako realizes there's just not avoiding it.
they were going to have to actually talk about this. ]
Hey, uh... you need another beer, man?
[ you know. eventually. ]
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His tone wavers despite his efforts to keep it under control. He keeps it low, almost a growl, and he hopes the swig of beer he's taking will do something to soothe his sore throat.
He adds a beat later:] I don't want to talk about it.
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She probably just needs space or something, [ he says, from the safety of the kitchenette a few feet away. he pokes around the refrigerator longer than necessary. ] You know how girls are... they're fickle, or something.
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[To try and move the focus off himself, he points the attention to Mako.] I can't remember if you're dating someone right now.
insomnia. masamnia.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]
masamnia sounds like a p legit disease
...hnn?
[ he normally isn't much of a heavy sleeper, truth be told. but sleep had always been a pretty precious commodity for the older brother who put waaaaay too much pressure on himself, especially after spending a whole day moving his girlfriend's things from her home to their cramped little attic space. so it takes him a few more seconds to turn his head over and blink owlishly at asami, clearly still in the process of waking up. ]
'sami? [ his voice is thick with a drowsiness that makes his voice even deeper and rougher, which might have been attractive if he didn't sound like a drunk right now. ] You okay?
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