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Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

His cheeks flushed with red as she cuddle up into him, taking him completely by surprise, it had been more of a joking mock at her previous statement but instead, here they where sat in the open tavern dining hall cuddling close together like two actual lovers. He pulled her flush against him the arm she'd used to first wrap around her self wrapping around her waist, the other hand musing with her hair a little, slightly for his own enjoyment but also to give the delusion to those around them, her hair was a dark raven black and the threads of it hung close together in thick fingers full as his fingers mused through it as he looked down at her, he could almost feel the improper shape of her back from her lashes against him as he held her so intimately, his hand squeezed against her hip and tummy uncomfortable, he began to feign opening up to her, with lies. I was a general.. he said softly, despite his youthful appearance he was around his early twenties, still young to hold such a position but he had his reasons in this lie. My Father was The Dragon of the West. he said softly letting his voice run down over her body like a soothing layer of water, The Fire Lord's Brother he said softly twirling her hair around in his fingers as he held her close, people where starting to look away from them, almost as if to give them privacy in their public cuddle, he was starting to notice this and so continued with his mindless musing of his companions hair. Their atrocities disgusted me... in battle, in cities, in small meaningless villages he said still soft as he told a lie of story with confidence, he seemed rather good at the lie, so good that he could maybe convince himself that this was his actual story. I resigned my post, Uncle Ozai wasn't happy about that... he said with a soft chuckle before reaching down sliding his hand over the sleeves of the black robe dress she wore taking her hand and lifting it up to touch against the burnt skin, the texture was disgusting, revolting, horrible against the finger tips, and that's when he gave me this. he said in a soft tone once more closing his eyes squeezing her a little bit more firm in his grip, enjoying her company while reciting his fake but believable story. That's why we're similar... he said softly looking down at her now, her head pressed against chest as he looked down into her eyes, his lips where her eyes where as he hovered over her looking down. We where both degraded at the hands of the Fire Lord... he said letting his words drift off.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

Being cuddled up against Zuko like this was becoming more and more bearable the longer that she stayed against him. His hand came up to play with her hair, a motion that was gentle enough that it sent goosebumps down her arms and made her shiver visibly. She could feel his hand against her side, her body wanting to fight against the touch where she was still very bruised. The people that had been sneaking glances at them every few moments or so were looking away now, cautiously averting their eyes from what they thought to be a private moment between lovers. She could smell his skin beneath the clothing, and he smelled like a true man of the fire nation, like smoke from a fireplace and something else that she couldn't place. It was a nice smell, and if he had been anyone else she would have buried her face in them and enjoyed him. But this was Zuko. Mizuki was quiet as he told his backstory, her teeth chewing her lower lip slowly as she turned that story over in her head, trying to poke holes into his story but it was a rather good one. She didn't soften towards him at his story, even as her fingers slowly felt along the scar. She didn't immediately pull back from it, her hand pressing to it softly as her fingertips slowly and gently traced the outlines of it. The scar went deep and the skin was puckered from it, forever tinted a dark brown that was in deep contrast to his skin. Her thumb moved away from all of her other fingers, knowing that it looked like they were sharing a moment, lovers reunited and coming together in deep love. To match the look, she let her thumb trail across his lip, tracing over the lower part of it very slowly. It looked like she was leaning up to kiss him, but instead she put her cheek against his, her lips closer to his ear. We are not similar. You let your torture make you weak. Despite how warm her skin was against him, her voice was cold, her hand moving away from his face as she pulled away from him completely, sitting up straight and pulling her arms in to herself. My torture taught me that next time, I need to plan harder and think smarter. I let him best me once. It won't happen again.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

He lets her poke around the scar, letting her explore it, it didn't hurt, not anymore, he'd had it for a few years now and it was becoming more natural... no matter how bad of a thing that was. As she leaned up to speak to him he let his lips run across her cheek as she came close sharing a fake intimate moment, and then she spoke and he allowed her to speak, while she was calling him weak he just let her do it, let her speak and then as she slumped back down into his arms he looked down at her. You're wrong. he says softly leaning down and kissing her forehead and smiling playfully as if she'd just shared a naughty secret with him, keeping up their appearance for anyone who may still be looking and as his lips laid against her forehead he spoke, in a hush tone. My torture continues, and I haven't broke. I can go home whenever I want, all I have to do is lead his armies for him. he says with a confident tone, another complete lie but if it could make her more comfortable around him then it would be a useful lie. I have the power in my hands to end my torture whenever-I'd-Like he says hitting the last three words with a soft emphasis, but if I do, it means having to torture someone else in my place, it means watching soldiers pillage and do what they want with innocent women, killing children if they dare fight back... I wont do that. he says his last few words through a gritted teeth of feigned anger. The serving girl came back, taking the plates and cups away and Zuko nodded towards her with a smile still holding his 'lover' in his arms as they shared their very convincing intimate moment, he then turned back to her, taking her fingers once more in his hair playing with it gently, twirling it around his index finger, making almost a ring with her thick black hair before letting it drop back down onto her shoulders, he leaned his nose against her temple as if he was kissing the temple with his lips for an extended period of time but instead it just gave him an even closer distance to whisper things to her. He sent me you, as a token of his friendship. he said in a whispered tone against her head You where not sent here to be my date, no, you where sent here to be my toy, an innocent girl to abuse. he says through gritted honest angry teeth, the thought that his father probably would do something like that was making him angry, he then took a deep breath and pulled back from her slightly letting his arm come a little bit loose. Now I'm sorry to break this little cuddle we've got going on here, I really do like it, but we aught to get back to the room. he said in a soft tone before sitting her up in her mat as he stood up holding a hand down to her like a gentleman to help her back up and hooked onto his arm.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

Even with all of the intimacy being faked, it was nice for once to be pretending to be around someone that was pleasant. It was nice to not have to worry about what fresh hell she would be experiencing, or about what she was going to be forced to do. She even admittedly enjoyed his soft attention on her hair, her eyes closing for a moment as his lips brushed against her skin. That, for once, wasn't faked. It was almost nice to have someone be affectionate towards her. She had missed human contact, and it was a pleasant change to feel someone's hand in softness instead of anger and hatred. If you were strong, you would fight back. She said, leaving the conversation at that she watched the serving girl come to collect their plates. Mizuki offered a shy smile at the woman, as if she had interrupted something more private than what they were really doing. Her cheeks turned pink again, and she forced herself to seem meek, covering her mouth as she turned away from the prying eyes into the shoulder of her 'lover'. It was more believable that she had been sent to him as a present than anything else, and she felt disgust in her belly at the thought of being someone's prize. Her hand moved over the brand on her hip and she pressed the dress against it, wanting it to burn and remind her of the fact that the fire nation had no good in their hearts. They lived for themselves and only that. He had another purpose other than what he was talking about. There had to be something, she was sure of it. Because there was no part of her that could believe in him, no part that wasn't cynical and angry, still sullen over her fresh wounds. She didn't have any more time to dwell on it, he permitted her to separate from him, standing up before taking her hand and helping her to her feet. Mizuki could feel that her strength was returning, her legs cooperating more than they had before. She wrapped her arm around his again, holding him securely as she sighed, then leaned against his arm, her head nestled against it sweetly. She let him lead a safe distance away from nosy onlookers before she leaned her head up, placing a slow, soft kiss at the soft spot just beneath his ear, I would like a bath, if you trust me enough to leave me alone.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

He raised an eyebrow at her kiss under his ear, there was no one around yet she'd laid a kiss onto him as if there was, it then became clear what she was doing when she asked for a bath, and added her little token on the end about if he would be willing to leave her alone. She was very seductive when it came to getting what she wanted, her voice soft, almost as soft as her lips on his neck, and her eyelashes naturally fluttering slightly almost as a second nature, he walked with her back to the room not answering her question yet, he then opened the door walking them both into the room as he closed the door behind him letting go of her arm as they arrived in a more private area. I'm more than confident to leave you on your own. He said lifting the fabric from his pocket, her underwear, kept on his body, the pair she's been wearing for days of torture, if anything would give a creature a scent this would be it for sure. A wash won't make it unable to track you. He said referring to the Shrishu he would use to track her if she tried to run away. I will have a maid run you a bath, would you like me to find you a medic to dress your wounds? I don't want them going septic he said with genuine care in his voice as he spoke, the fire nation hadn't given her any medical care, no, not treating the wounds just made them worse, he looked on at her waiting on a response. When he received one he turned to leave to leave her in private to disrobe and then he turned around walking over to her standing inches in front of her looking down, please, Mizuki he said firmly looking down at her don't run away, if I don't find you, they might. The letter had told him if she was to escape he was to find her and kill her, but he also must report her disapearence to the fire nation, and that would mean they'd hunt her, and being in their hands was a lot worse than being in his, Zuko thought to himself before turning to leave, not locking the door behind him as he did, leaving her in private as he went to have a bath drawn for her. Had she seduced him into doing this for her? He smiled softly and shuck his head, he wasn't doing this because she had seduced him, he was doing this because he felt bad for her situation, the physical torment the fire nation had put this innocent enough looking girl through was enough to make anyone with a heart throw their stomach up.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

Zuko turned the corridor a few moments after she had peaked her head out and sauntered calmly down towards his room that she was peaking her head out of, he turned to face as if he was about to walk into the room then looked at her draped in his robe, easily too big for her, it dragged across the floor like a gown and he chuckled a little bit but didn't object, she didn't have much in the way of clothing, he'd already taken one part of her garments from her leaving her with even less, it would be an issue they would address in Omashu, he couldn't have her walking around in the same clothing every day especially if their cover for why a random girl turned up at his door step was that they where previous lovers. Follow me. He said gently urging her out of the door to lock it behind her as he walked down the corridor with her in tow. At the end of the corridor he took a right turn leading down another and then a turn into one of the doors on this corridor, inside the room was a personal wash room, a simple tap on the wall with a large wooden bucket underneath for washing ones face and then a large wooden bath filled with scented water that was causing the steaming in the room and staining the fairly light wood a dark brown with moisture. He looked towards her and then pointed toward the bench in the room, a fairly large pile of soft bandages say there next to a towel and a white bath robe that was provided by the tavern, he held out his hand for his robe, it wasn't a bath robe due to the nature of the fabric, he didn't want to leave it in here to absorb the moisture, he looked on at her waiting for her to hand over his robe so that he could take it back to his room. I will wait for you in the room, I'll have a maid clean your clothes up a little bit and have them left outside the door to this room. He said looking at her still waiting on his robe.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

The first thing that she noted when she returned to the room was that the maids had not been able to clean and return her dress to her as of yet. It made her lips twitch downward, but she didn't dare show her displeasure but so much. He had been kinder to her in the few hours they had been together than any of the other men had been. He had not only fed her but permitted her to clean herself and bandage her wounds, and was now providing her clean clothes to wear. At his offer of using his clothing, her hand moved over the robe, enjoying the material against her skin gently. Even though the robe was slightly damp on the inside from her skin, it was preferred over something else. I am fine, thank you. I will wait. She said, watching him as he laid content on the mat. His almost-sleeping form made her all too aware of how tired she was, the stresses having been worked out of her muscles from her bathing and her body refreshed, but her mind becoming sluggish. His mat was the only one available to them, and sleep sounded... Heavenly. She decided to push her boundaries, approaching him and slowly lowering herself down next to him. There was no pillow for her to rest her head, but she had been forced to be close to him already. Mizuki hesitated for a moment before turning to her side, nestling against him softly as she rested her cheek against his chest. Her eyes were heavy, but she was hyper aware of every movement that he made. She was stiff in the somewhat cuddle at first, but eased into him slowly as she had before until it almost felt natural. Her eyes closed eventually as well, breathing even though she was awake... Kind of. Her voice was heavy when she spoke, its tone low, Does this bother you? She asked, 'this' being her cuddle.
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

His eyes where closed but his other senses where all focused on what was going on around him, then he heard her stepping towards him slowly, getting on her knees and then crawling into the bedmat beside him, at first she laid against him awkwardly and he couldn't help but cock a light smile, then she moved comfortably against him, cuddling close, like an actual lover, he slowly opened his eyes looking down. All he could see was the crown of her raven hair, atop her head blocking his view down at her, then she spoke, posing a question to him.. He didn't answer, at least not with words instead he slid his hand down and into her thick black hair playing with it as he had played with it in the dining hall, twirling the raven lengths around his finger playing with it gentle the soft smile on his face as he enjoyed her warmth, enjoyed playing with her soft slightly damp hair from her bathing and then sighed contently, there was something therapeutic about having a beautiful girl cuddled up to you on a mat. There was a soft knock on the door followed by its opening, a maid stepped in and then blushed profusely, the short bath robe that Mizuki wore had naturally rode up her legs from when she'd climbed onto her side, showing a large amount of pale thighs to the door, which the maid could see very clearly. Zuko held Mizuki close and then raised a hand, just put them there. He said as the maid placed down Mizuki's clothes and a few other garments she had found.. And lock the door he said as a following note - the maid did, leaving and closing the door. The maid had broken the intimate silence so he smiled softly and kissed the crown of her hair, not even slightly he said in response to her question quite the contrary he said again looking down still only seeing the top of her head, he'd known this girl barely 3 hours and she'd already seduced her way into a bed with him.. and he hadn't checked her for any sort of weapons, she was good, so good, better than he thought, was her innocent wounded dear persona just an act to get close to him in bed and kill him? He swallowed a lump in his throat at the thought but smiled and mused her hair, if her stabbing him now was how he died, it would be a nice death. He thought with a smirk
Thread: Avatar [ Bear & Sugo ]

The feel of his warmth and the steady rise and fall of his chest made her lull into a sense of security. Her arm moved reluctantly to curl around and hug his chest, her palm lightly resting over his heart. She could feel it against her skin in the relative stillness of the room and she was highly aware of her own heart playing a steady beat against her ribs. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft noise, a mix of content and comfort. His fingers tickled her as he ran his fingers through it slowly, relishing the feel of it Mizuki opened her eyes as the knock came to the door, her body unmoving as the maid entered. She had brought clothing for her to wear, her dress and a few spare items. She remained in place as the woman closed and locked the door securely, her eyes lifting to look at him. He looked just as content now as he ever had and seemed to be enjoying their close embrace. Mizuki had just lowered her eyes as he stared down at her again, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She didn't know how to take it, the seeming affection something that to her screamed a ploy. She didn't understand why he was being nice, but she didn't want to call him out on it and bring her relative peace to a screeching halt. She spoke again after a long amount of silence, her eyes staring at her own hand on his chest. I enjoy you playing with my hair, She admitted softly to him, her voice just barely a whisper, It feels pleasant. That was as close to a compliment as she had given him, her eyes closing once again. Her hand was hesitant, but she did lift it slowly until fingertips found the skin on his jaw, tracing his jawline slowly. They trailed along his cheek and brushed his lips, moving up to trace the scar again very softly. Her fingers dipped back down, sliding to his neck where her hand rested comfortably in the gentle curve.
Thread: Revenge (JinmeiXaolung & Archon)

So he finally sold it. Those words were exactly Demian's thoughts. The house were he grew up, where he could find the last memories of his father sold and demolished to make an office building. That rat even got the idea of buying the little ice cream shop right in front of it, just to demolish another part of his infancy. Mr fucking Black. The beginning and end of all his grief. The most corrupt business man in the whole continent, who once wanted to buy Max Callahan's, Demian's father, information business. Knowing how this man was, Max feared for the safety of the whole country, and refused to sell at every step, even as the money offers became ridiculous. Going back and forth in this meetings, Mark Black met Demians mother, Alice, and he instantly acquiered an infatuation with her. His greed could not fathom that she was with Max. This man was taking a lot of things that Mr Black wanted, and Mark always got what he wanted. It is no wonder that a month later, after her mother had turned down all of his pretentious attempts to separate them, his father died in a driving accident. Getting asleep is what the forensics called it, but Demian knew very well that crucial information regarding toxines in his father blood misteriouly dissapeared from the morgue. Alice was devastated. The only family she had left was Demian. It was understandable that she would approach the confort and safety Mr Black was offering. With the business beign sold now to this man, and having to keep Demian safe and well maintained, she finally surrendered and married Mark Black. Demian, on the other hand, got trapped in some kind of void inside him. He could not feel anything at all. Nor peace, Nor happiness, nor sorrow. Nothing. He just moved to the Black's mansion, kept going to college, spent a lot of time inside his room, doing nothing. A whole year of just waiting for the days to end came and went. Seeing his house, his home, destroyed woke him up like a bucket of cold water. It all came to his head and flashed in front of is eyes. He saw all the sutile and not so sutile mischiefs Mr Black was doing to him ever since he got under his protection so to speak. All the unesessary evil he enjoyed performing on Demian. That was it. It was time to show that another man's life is not something to toy with. He torn the columns of his life appart. Very well. Demian would do just that then. He would not hold back anything. His imagination was the limit. He got up his motorcycle, and sped up, making plans in his head while he drove along that sunset coated highway. He would need a lot of nerve, and plenty of opportunities, but he had made up his mind. And the fire in his chest seemed endless.