February 05 the golden apple
avatar: the last airbender, zuko/jin
It's... a little odd. Still toying around with voice and all that. And it's kind of short to me. Normally I feel like I can't do short. But I feel like if I keep picking at this it will become garbage. Hmm.
life on your tongue
The skin of it was cool and smooth, and could almost reflect his scar back at him it was so clean. She had made it so, had polished it with her skirts while they sat under the shade of the tree. A picnic, she whispered that morning, sneaking it in with the action of handing him the coins for her tea, would make a lovely second date.
Now he sat rigidly on her blanket and stupidly wondered why he decided to come at all. The apple seemed to gleam at him knowingly. Annoyingly. He bit into it as punishment for its insubordinance. It was merely this, he reasoned with himself: he was on his lunch break, and he had no where else to go, nothing else to do, and no one else he wanted to--
"An apple's a lot like life, you know; You'll never taste it if you swallow it whole," she chided, and then bit into her own, which bled a golden juice that trickled over her plump lips.
(--see.) ...Like he was saying. He had no where else to go..