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AU Prompt: Bolin is a street magician living day to day on tips. Opal is a high-class girl from a high-class family that sneaks out one night to see his show. It starts as a friendship and then grows into something more.
Christmas present for Boasamishipper. Hope you like it, honey! :)
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The dim pangs of the coins meeting the inside of the change cup, normally wouldn't alert her attention on any given day. It's just another corner, and another beggar. Opal gives them a sympathetic glance, but does not dare interfere. She is too caring for her own good, her mother tells her. She cannot save every poor soul who crosses her path. After all, her mother's voice chides in her head, it's not our fault that we have money. We work good and hard for it.
The pitying clinks of yuans are the only sound he is receiving from his performance. The applause are few and far between, and the way the sun is setting over the tops of the buildings, gives everything a purplish glow. The sweat and salt from the food vendors lingers in the air; but she stops. Food is not the reason she came out here.
She sees the crowd of people gathering by the train station, by the statue of Fire Lord Zuko. Since arriving to Republic City, she noticed the whole atmosphere here was so different than from her home town in Zaufu. Her mother told her to be cautious of this new city, for a pretty girl like herself could get into trouble.
But Opal had had enough hiding in her house with her four brothers taking up every inch of space. As light as a leaf, she had snuck out her window, and hopped the fence like a skilled acrobat. She had been determined to have a good night, and fate had brought her to the train station. She had no intention of going on a train, per se. But Opal had this odd habit of people watching; People were so interesting, and what better way to meet someone, then by being in the center of town?
His voice rings out above the roar of people. "Come one, come all! Come see the amazing Pabu and Bolin! The Duo of Dynamite, the Pair of Perfection!"
Now, well, Opal just had to see what was going on.
She pushes herself into the crowed, muttering apologies when her shoulders bump into strangers. The performer in question, is not very fashionable, but it's clear that he is aiming to please.
He can't be much older than her, the boy-no, young man- in ragged clothes. Despite the clear sign of hunger from his sucken cheeks and hollow stomach, his arms ripple with muscle. The earth flies left, then right. He does a flip, and the rocks spin like kites in the air.
She claps, and his little pet chirps and stands on its front paws. Just then, the young man, pivots towered her, and their gazes meet. Emerald to emerald. He falters as his eyes catch her gaze, and the concentration over his bending slips, crashing the rocks down to the ground in an explosion of dust and dirt.
He's still staring at her.
People are now booing.
"Come on!" A grumpy old man spits, "Show us some entertainment, you little street rat!" The contents of the old man's drink get tossed in the performer's face. The young man- what was his name again?- sputters and spits, whipping a hand across his face.
People start laughing, like he is no more than an animal at a Zoo. Opal wants to smack them all.
But, just then, the young man-Bolin! His name is Bolin!- snaps out of his trance. A shit-eating grin like no other creeps up his lips. He does some bending forms that Opal has never seen before, and the ground around them starts to glow a deep red. Lava roars from the surface of the crust, a swirls to Bolin's movements.
It's like liquid gold, busting red and orange, as it dances around him. People applaud, and cheer. She smiles now as he catches her gaze once again.
He winks at her, and just then, the lava bursts from the ground, twinkling like stars, He bends a ball of it in his hands, and shapes it to his will. Opal squints, trying to make out what shape he is forming.
A flower- no, a rose. A rose shining with the liquid energy of the earth itself. Then, he hardens it. Cools the lava down until it's dark, almost silver-looking.
He curtseys over to her, and holds out the silver rose. Opal gasps, fingers hesitant.
"My name is Bolin, m'lady." His voice is kind, yet rough from dehydration.
Opal smiles, and takes the rose from his dirt-covered fingers. "Opal," she says back, "Do you give a rose to someone during all your closing acts,"
"Only to my most beautiful guests," he winks again, and spins around, shaking the ground with his power.
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Opal keeps the rose in a vase by her bedside. That night, she dreams of a young man dancing with lava, being one with the very earth itself.
Opal has to see him again.
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Aannnnnddd that it for now, folks. This prompt shall continue in separate chapters. Tell me what'cha think, And, Boa, I hope you like it so far; their is more to come. :)