Hey, guys! This particular prompt, is in reference to my fic "Coming Home,"

I just was in a really Bopal mood. It goes with that story, but I thought I should just share the bopal, because who doesn't love some Bopal, right? If you could go check out 'Coming Home' and let me know what you think, that would be awesome! Any questions, feel free to ask.

Also, you can send me any bopal prompts you want. :) Enjoy

It was cool and relaxing, and all he wanted for the rest of his life; the way the breeze cooled his skin and how Opal's soft hair rested against his cheek. If he stayed like this, he could die happy. He lifted his head to the sky and saw above him an endless mirror of blue, just a quenching sea of azure, bathing him in its calming light. He wondered how he could feel so calm in this moment, how the weight of all his problems could seem so insignificant with Opal resting beside him.

Maybe this was what peace felt like. What acceptance felt like. Bolin had been going to a lot of the group meetings recently; fellow older patients at the meetings had been saying lately that, from their own previous experiences, once you reach a certain point with your illness, when treatments are doing more harm than good and it looks like there's no way out, that you just feel...richer. Rather, life itself feels richer, fuller, happier. You begin to appreciate the little things.

But they were terminal, Bolin knew. And he wasn't at that point yet. He still had at least another treatment to try, and if that failed, there was always the Bone Marrow Transplant.

"You said her name again,"

He moved his gaze to the young woman next to him. Opal's head was still on her shoulder, but she moved her hand over to stoke her thumb across his knuckles; he'd been so cold recently.

"Huh?"

"Jaya," she closed her eyes, letting the early hands of spring reach out and touch her face with the start of the warm weather. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah. No..." Bolin sighed, "I don't know," Opal's brow furrowed and she leaned into him. "It's just...I don't even know how I feel about it, you know? How I'm supposed to feel. It's all so crazy. For most of my life it's just been me and Mako, trying to survive. Just the two of us. And then, we find out we have this huge family. And that we have a sister. My...twin sister,"

Opal hummed in response, leaning back on her elbows. "Mako seemed pretty excited about it. He practically rammed the door temple door down to tell Korra and Asami about it," She said.

"Of course Mako's excited about it," he mumbled. Opal looked at him, confused. "He thinks he's found my walking DNA savior in human form, or something. Like he's on a mission to go track her down and everything's gonna go back to normal,"

"And that's a good thing," Opal prompted.

"I mean...it is. It should be a good thing," Bolin sat up, his peaceful mood gone. "But, I can't help thinking that for once in our lives, I'm the one thinking practically, and in the long term of things. While Mako's the one who's so caught up in this emotionally that he can't see things realistically,"

Bolin starred at the patch of grass in front of him; a month ago, it had been covered in snow. Time was moving on, while his body was stuck in self-destruct mode.

"Korra told me you and Mako had a bad fight," The airbender put a hand on his shoulder.

Bolin nodded. "I don't know what he thinks is gonna happen if he does find her. It's like he just wants her for the transplant, and not as a sister for the rest of our lives. Like, the second he gets her marrow, he can just forget about her," Bolin rubbed his head, feeling another headache coming on that he was getting too used to. "And the thing is, she doesn't even know she's adopted. How are we gonna break that news to her? Mako's not thinking of her feelings at all; how he expects us to just waltz into her life and change it forever. And what if she's not a match? What then?"

"I don't know..." Opal said softly. She didn't have the answers to what Bolin needed right now, and it hurt to see her boyfriend in so much pain.

"And, like, okay, what if she refuses to go through with it, too? This procedure has a lot of risks on her end, too. Like, not having kids, for one thing! That's a big deal!"

The breeze blew through the courtyard, lifting Opal short hair and blowing away traces of Bolin's tears.

"If I had the ability to save someone's life with my own bone marrow," Opal began, not looking at Bolin, "even if it was someone close yo me...but they told me I could never have kids..." Bolin watched as she swallowed hard. "I...I don't know how I'd feel. I don't know if I could do it,"

They sat in silence for a long while. Bolin half expected her to say something along the lines of But, of course, I'd do it for you, but words never came.

"So," Opal prompted, for once not knowing what to say, "what next?"

"I don't know," Bolin grimaced. "Mako wants us to start looking for Jaya. Our uncle says she lives with a watertribe family in the north end of the city. So, I guess, that's what's next. Whether I like it or not," he tried to turn to Opal and smile, but she already beat him to it, nuzzling into the crock of his shoulder. She craned her neck up for a kiss; their lips joining, warmth spreading through both of them.

When Bolin pulled back, he noticed Opal's eyes were slightly damp. "We'll whatever you decide, whatever you need, I'll support you,"

Bolin didn't even need to say 'thank you'. Those two words alone were not enough to show his gratitude and love to this girl resting in his arms.

The soft, cool grass under the warm sun, felt like a soft cot he should've fell asleep on. Like spring was finally here once more. But he was too weary, and captivated by other greener things; like Opal's eyes. His head rested on Opal's shoulder, her lithe fingers threading through his, soothingly. Her eyes would flit back to him every now and then, and he just let his eyes look to the clear blue sky.

This, this was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Peace.