Note: from here on out, one-shots will take place after book 3, and before/ and or during book 4. Bolin and Opal are 19/20 with the three-year time skip. Will be semi-cannon. Prompts are always welcome :) Enjoy and please review.
Tea- Despite her relentless reminding him of the unnecessary commute across town to get to Iroh's Tea Shop , she finds him coming home late one night from work, a bag of doughnuts in hand, and two Vanilla Chi Teas still steaming. We life on Air Temple Island she would say, we have more than enough tea to go around. As to which he would reply, you said you liked it, so you deserve it. Besides, it's an old Earth Kingdom tradition. Bringing tea to the loveliest girl in the world. She would snort after of moment of thinking, No, it's not. Then he'd say, Let's make it our tradition. That earned him a kiss. Can't argue with that, now can I?
Youth- It's only after he comes home late one night and explains in a pinched-voiced, flickering-eyed swell of emotions, how eerily similar the ember in the dead homeless boy's eyes looked like Mako's as they pulled the tarp over him in the alley, does she see the lost little six-year-old in him for the first time, and begins to distinguish the real smiles, from the Fake ones. "...and some have greatness thrust upon them" she recalls the quote from her many collections of books. But only then do her books and reality start to blur together. Opal learns to appreciate him even more after that night.
Lilacs- No matter how many times he claimed to never have even seen the flower in his perilous years, she would always rub her nose in his hair and state that she loved how the soft, sweet smell of Lilacs always lingered on him.
Scars- It's the first time she sees the white of his bare back-all callused skin, and red, puffy scars lining the soft tissue of his shoulder blades- does she know he's suffered much more than any child should ever have to, and makes a promise to never let him hurt again.
Heat- He laughs as she huffs another sweaty breath, hair all mussed and frizzy in the relentless July sun, tongue so sticky from her ice cream that it has turned blue, and mumbles something about stupid heatwaves and burying him in a snow bank. He smiles, and pats her head, holding up two fingers for another round of ice-cold Litchi Juice. "You know, it might help if you weren't so...hot." he tries, with a smug look. She raises a brow. Just saying...'cause you're really, really, pretty, you know that, right?" He gets a face full of wind whipping his hair back and spraying his juice all over his shirt. The next thing he hears is a splash from the bay, and "Get in here, you dork!" He laughs, already taking of his shoes, knowing there is no way he is staying dry today. Whatever you say, m'lady.
Cravings-He never could understand her enjoyment out of stuffing things in his face, no matter how cute she claimed his nose to be when scrunched up. Or even more so, her seemingly obsessive cravings for kale, but he always made a point to buy some whenever he was at the store, lest he be fed the gross stuff by the afternoon.
Legacy- He's spent too many nights, in his opinion, comforting her tears as she cries for being a bad airbender, a shadow to her family, a disappointment to her parents. It makes him wish, if just for a moment, he could go and ask the legendary Toph Beifong to give her granddaughter some advice and love; anything to make her tears stop and the confidence that she shows the world, to be real.
Love-He always whispers those three little words to her whenever he can; it's ingrained in him from always saying it to his big brother: especially in younger years when that seemed all he had time to say to the elder boy before Mako would come back from hours working and it would be too dark to see their hands in front of their faces. But he knows that to her, actions speak louder than words, and she finds his love and comfort in the little things that make up hand touches and rubs through hair, and the wetness of lips. She knows, however, he just needs another person than his brother to say it to, so she limits the phrase to about five times on a good day.
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Will continue with this style if you guys like it.