He’d always remember the day his girl became a mage—the confetti-cracker smile on her face, the way that little gust of wind ruffled her hair. Like a pat on the head from the Goddess herself.

(from tomorrow's study of gilbert and annette)

Zuko balks, teeth needling at the end of his tongue. “I-is something wrong?”

Iroh only smiles, and Zuko is awash with comfort at the sight of it, at the crinkling in the corners of his eyes. “My nephew,” he says, “that is what I came here to find out.”

(zuko in the closet)

“Is it my birthday?” they purr, lips quirked in a smile, as Raphael makes his gleeful entrance.

“Is it?” His brow furrows, just for a moment, before recalling that that’s moons away. “Nah, rosy, I just thought you deserved a treat!”

(raphlor handfeeding)

His wife’s sweet voice feels the same as her hands--pooling over him like warm syrup, covering him, making everything sweet, slow-dripping. Hubert barely misses what it is she’s saying--has to ask her, in a hushed, pressed tone, to repeat herself.

(oh you know, humercie,)

It needed to be innate, marrow-deep. Merged, the sharpest bone in the body, a second spine.

(this one might not see primetime but i really like this line)

two upcoming titles:

'vestigial structures'

'my north, my south, my east and west;'

i've already teased both of these in this thread, see if you can guess which is which!