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Rope burnI know it's ridiculous
Slipping down what I should climb
leaving my hands burned
My head hurts.
But familiarity over fear
rope burn - sweet & sour sauce.
A Zutara StoryChapter One: In Which Zuko Finds Bait and Protects It.
Once upon a time, a beautiful girl with blue eyes as deep as the ocean she was flying over, slipped off the flying bison she was traveling on and promptly fell into the water next to Prince Zukos ship. Prince Zuko noticed this, and decided to capture her. As he looked down into the water, he found the girl who was unconsciously sinking into the water. He thought she looked like a water goddess. Shaking the thought away, he rescued her. Er captured her. For bait.
Later, he put the girl in the brig and went to make more plans to capture the Avatar. On the way, his uncle found him and forced him to drink tea and play pai sho. After finishing the game, a guard came and informed Zuko that the girl was awake.
Zuko went down to the brig to talk to her. When she noticed him she stood up angrily and glared at him. Zuko.
I hate you.
I dont care.
Aang will com
For YouFor You
Takes place during the Infinity Arc of the manga for Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle. Spoilers for anime watchers and for those not past the Tokyo Arc.
As the rain began to fall from the dark gray sky, she couldn't help but think it was all too appropriate. Her darkened eyes stared up at the clouds directly above her and she felt yet another pang in her heart: a little more of Sakura was breaking.
She glanced at the apartment window to see that Syaoron was still there, waiting. The Syaoron that wasn't hers. The Syaoron that was meant for an original. She looked away. Seeing him reminded her of who she was and what she had to do, and that wasn't a pleasant thought. But not doing it would be even worse.
And so staring at the quickly muddying ground in the rained seemed much more a pleasant thing to do. She knew everyone was concerned- but right now, at this very moment, that didn't matter. Hearing footsteps behind her, she looked back to see him watching her.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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