demonicmuffin:

pinkypirate:

hazoid:

neffinesse:



oh my GDoD THIS LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN IT’S FULLY FINISHED

OH MY GOD THAT LITTLE PUFF OF BREATH the mood and lightning is really great too~

Wrote this really quickly….
Liu cleared his throat, trying to get back his breath after the sharp gust of wind had effectively stolen it. That damned polar-bear-dog beast the Avatar kept had one aggressive swing. If the creature wasn’t such a brute to begin with, he’d almost give the Avatar credit for raising and training the goddamned thing. But for all he knew the woman had tortured it into submission. Amon had several speeches about Korra, and the Lieutenant had a few ideas about her himself.
He stumbled out of the trees and checked his body. He had been partially knocked out, and his body went slack from the shock of the blow, so no broken bones. But he was severely bruised where he impacted with the trees and it hurt to move his neck to the right. Nettles had also cut his cheek and he had bit his lower lip to bleeding.
The trek back to the hideout was unpleasant. Liu was met with seriously unfavourable conditions and managed to get to the building just as the storm seemed to be hitting its peak. He stumbled downstairs for shelter, and although it was still bitterly cold, at least he wasn’t being battered by wind or snow or ice.Liu could see puffs of his breath in front of him.
“Lieutenant, how nice to see you,” said Amon in the way that made Liu wonder if he was being sarcastic because that’s how he spoke, or because he didn’t want to let on that he was actually pleased to see the man.
“Likewise, sir.”
“You survived the attack?”
“You saw?”
“I have eyes everywhere, Lieutenant,” said Amon in his familiar non-answer format.
“I apologize, sir. I did not expect—” – Amon’s hand gripped his shoulder and squeezed. It hurt, as he was bruised there, but Liu didn’t mind. He relished every rare touch afforded to him. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed Amon on the mask’s lips. His breath curled white between them. His eyes squeezed shut so he would not have to look at Amon’s reaction. The man did not shy away, but he did not push in. Liu pulled away, apologizing softly.
There was a silence.
“Meet me in my chambers once everyone has fallen asleep.” The growl in his voice sent shivers down the Lieutenant’s spine and it was all he could do to nod.
“That is all, Lieutenant.” The Equalist hurried past Amon and upstairs to warm his skin. His insides were already hot.

*explodes*

demonicmuffin:

pinkypirate:

hazoid:

neffinesse:

oh my GDoD THIS LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN IT’S FULLY FINISHED

OH MY GOD THAT LITTLE PUFF OF BREATH the mood and lightning is really great too~

Wrote this really quickly….

Liu cleared his throat, trying to get back his breath after the sharp gust of wind had effectively stolen it. That damned polar-bear-dog beast the Avatar kept had one aggressive swing. If the creature wasn’t such a brute to begin with, he’d almost give the Avatar credit for raising and training the goddamned thing. But for all he knew the woman had tortured it into submission. Amon had several speeches about Korra, and the Lieutenant had a few ideas about her himself.

He stumbled out of the trees and checked his body. He had been partially knocked out, and his body went slack from the shock of the blow, so no broken bones. But he was severely bruised where he impacted with the trees and it hurt to move his neck to the right. Nettles had also cut his cheek and he had bit his lower lip to bleeding.

The trek back to the hideout was unpleasant. Liu was met with seriously unfavourable conditions and managed to get to the building just as the storm seemed to be hitting its peak. He stumbled downstairs for shelter, and although it was still bitterly cold, at least he wasn’t being battered by wind or snow or ice.Liu could see puffs of his breath in front of him.

“Lieutenant, how nice to see you,” said Amon in the way that made Liu wonder if he was being sarcastic because that’s how he spoke, or because he didn’t want to let on that he was actually pleased to see the man.

“Likewise, sir.”

“You survived the attack?”

“You saw?”

“I have eyes everywhere, Lieutenant,” said Amon in his familiar non-answer format.

“I apologize, sir. I did not expect—” – Amon’s hand gripped his shoulder and squeezed. It hurt, as he was bruised there, but Liu didn’t mind. He relished every rare touch afforded to him. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed Amon on the mask’s lips. His breath curled white between them. His eyes squeezed shut so he would not have to look at Amon’s reaction. The man did not shy away, but he did not push in. Liu pulled away, apologizing softly.

There was a silence.

“Meet me in my chambers once everyone has fallen asleep.” The growl in his voice sent shivers down the Lieutenant’s spine and it was all he could do to nod.

“That is all, Lieutenant.” The Equalist hurried past Amon and upstairs to warm his skin. His insides were already hot.

*explodes*