Jet/Zuko.
NC-17.
Just smut. Inspired by this very nsfw image.

( The war in me makes a warrior. )

Cassel.
Original Universe / Memories.
"You are no longer here. So please leave."

( you couldn't even show yourself out, you were so held up by your thoughts. )

June Mallory.
Original Universe.
Violence.

( skinned her alive, ripped her apart. )

Tristan & Niu.
Original Universe.
Unfinished.

( You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light. )

It is an exquisite pain, losing the closeness of a friend. That tireless, boundless drifting of a mote of dust caught in a bright daytime breeze off the coast. Consider their name on the hazardous edge of recollection, and then consider them gone. Words come less frequently to your lips, sounds no longer pinched in laughter at the corner of your pink mouth. And then there is grief, and then there is graduation into nothing.