my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Iroh let a little heat linger on his hand as he pulled her up, giving the young woman a free sample of the bountiful warmth he radiated, like a human space heater. ”Speaking from experience, probably,” he quipped back, smirking with an odd kind of nostalgia for the dozen times or so he’d been knocked flat by a nearby explosion.
His hand is pleasantly warm, making Asami hesitant to let go. For a moment she bites her lip and then tantively turns to Iroh. “That offer earlier, about the warmth, I think I’ll take it now— if it’s still an option.” This is half to do with the fact he really is warm and now she’s even colder, and half because she doesn’t want to fall again and make a bigger fool of herself than she already has.
irohthesecond reblogged this from indxstrialist and added: Iroh pinched his chin in feigned consideration for a moment, enjoying the admission from the heiress. "I’m not so sure;...
indxstrialist reblogged this from irohthesecond and added: His hand is pleasantly warm, making Asami hesitant to let go. For a moment she bites her lip and then tantively turns to...