http://one-green-eye.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] one-green-eye.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2010-03-15 09:41 pm

Backdated March 13

Who: Ginko and Katara
What: Just a conversation.
When: Continuing this thread; before this thread;
March 13, late afternoon (because EVERYTHING worth happening happened that day, apparently)
Where: The Barracks
Summary: Because talking to a book doesn't cut it sometimes. In which Ginko explains something that isn't mushi.
Rating: PG

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If this is going to turn into a fight...? That thought would amuse him, if he could hear it. He doesn't smile-- but there is something soft about his expression, all the same. When Katara turn and greets him, he doesn't say anything at all. He just looks at her, thoughtfully-- before taking the cigarette from his mouth with something between a sigh and an exhale.

"Those are the motions for waterbending, huh? Those moves look a lot stronger than what you showed me before."

Ginko plans on approaching the subject the way you search for something lost on a mountainside. Circling in broad rings, slowly working over the trodden and untrodden places; with patience.


markofthebrave: (More Than I Know How to Say)

[personal profile] markofthebrave 2010-03-18 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
She's not used to hearing anything like that at all - those words of praise make her uncomfortable, and for a moment she'll look away. But she meets his gaze again when he says what he came to say, when he tells her how he sees her.

...and Katara doesn't know how to respond to that at all. Part of her wants to protest - she hasn't made herself carry all this responsibility - it's just there and someone has to do it. And can't he see that no matter what she does, she's just glad if it's almost good enough? And it has been, so far, and she's holding it together but...

...but he'll worry about her? Who does that?

And she didn't even know if he had listened to what she said. But suddenly, just like before, Katara knows what to do. And this impulse she follows through with much more alacrity. One, two steps forward and her arms wrap around his waist in a hug. She's crying again, but they're not unhappy tears. Her voice is muffled as she speaks from laying her head against his chest. "Everyone needs someone to worry about them sometimes."

And it's so much easier to accept someone worrying about her... if they know she'll be worrying about them too.