AVATAR AANG / the last airbender (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twinkle_toes) wrote2012-04-17 11:09 am
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twinkle_toes) wrote2012-04-17 11:09 am
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[For a moment, there's nothing but the foreboding sound of feet crunching loudly in the snow as his figure approaches closer and closer until—
—he flops down in the snow next to Lucina. That wasn't so bad, now was it?]
Okay, now you stick out your arms, and you move them up and down while your legs move from side to side. Like this!
[He demonstrates eagerly, though it's somewhat difficult to see given...her position lying down on the ground.]
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She only truly relaxes when he plots down beside her, and even if she has to raise her head, then her shoulders, propping her upper body up on her elbows, to watch him, that's only a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. ] Like so?
[ Her eyebrows furrow a moment, returning to her back on the ground as she also... begins to move her arms up and down. She can feel the snow moving around, but as for what it looks like &mash; ] When is it done?
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Yeah, just like that! You don't have to do it for a very long time, maybe like a minute or so, but the hard part comes when you have to stand up because if you're not careful, you'll step all over your snow angel and then it'll just be a really sad looking dead snow angel and you wouldn't want that, now would you?
[.....What an unnecessarily long run-on sentence.]
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[ Congrats Aang, you've found someone who'll take your snow angel making duties very, very seriously. Though after a minute she does slow down, slowly, carefully sitting up so that ( hopefully ) nothing gets ruined. From there it's a matter of actually standing, which means she's going to have to pull some next level twister moves to get there, or something.
A hand outside of the snow angel, then twisting her entire body until a foot ends up outside too. Fortunately, her attempt works, and she manages to stand on her two feet.
Now, as for Aang—? ]
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He sits up, glances around, then does a little bit of a twist with his hands so that he's shooting up into the air a few feet—before gently floating back to the ground some feet away. The snow angel, minus a few chunks to one leg, remains largely intact. (Huzzah!!)
Aang peers at his snow angel, then Lucina's, and then promptly beams.]
They look great!
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At Aang's exclamation, Lucina also looks back, looking at her first snow angel (!!!!). If the boy's floating didn't leave her in awe, this does ( the epitome of the normalcy she longs for ).
She's quiet for a moment, taking in the sights, before the corners of her lips curl up. ] They're beautiful.
Thank you for teaching me.
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For Aang, snow angels and snowanimals and snowball fights are all a completely natural and expected part of growing up and spending time with friends. He catches the somber turn of atmosphere and his brow furrows in response, but he can't quite tug out the thread explaining why she's taking this so seriously.
(Maybe one day....)
But! If she enjoyed this, maybe she'll enjoy other stuff too.]
Of course! That's what friends are for, right? And now you can teach other people too. [More importantly.] Have you made snowmen too? And been in snowball fights?
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Friends — she's more than happy to call him a friend, her smile only growing. ] Yes, I will. [ And this is how the camps of PR ended up with a billion snow angels. ]
I've made a snowman after the first snowfall here — though I've never been in a snowball fight before.
There wasn't... a lot of snow, where I was from. [ In case that wasn't obvious. Also she's never had the time to, but that's a story for another time. ] What are those like?
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[To make snowballs. For snowball fights. A concept he will quickly explain to her with much glee. Attention now fully pulled away from their snow angels of minutes earlier, he crouches down, grabbing large handfuls of snow and rolling it between his hands to make a crudely shaped ball that he holds up for inspection.]
You have to make a snowball first for a snowball fight. Then once you make it—
[Without warning, he flings it towards Lucina. But he's careful to throw it towards her midsection, a part of her less likely to be injured by a wayward snowball.]
—you throw it at the other person!
[He looks inordinately pleased with himself.]
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It's not painful, but it is surprisingly; it takes her a minute to recover, then... ] I believe I have seen this. [ She just didn't know there was an actual name for it. ]
Someone ambushed me with a challenge not along ago. [ She won, of course, but because there was a certain dog they were supposed to be walking helped out. But anyway — she reaches down, gathering up the snow until it forms a compact shape in her hand. ] Like so?
[ She holds it out for him to see, before switching tactics and throwing it straight for his middle. ]
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Aang's about to nod approval over her snowball - much nicer than his own, but she seems like a far more precise person than he - but loses the chance to once she wallops him solidly in the gut. With an oof, he stumbles backwards, face flashing a myriad of emotions: surprise, vague annoyance at being caught off-guard, and then delight at her easy acceptance of his challenge.
It's on.]
That was cheating!
[It wasn't, at all, but he'll claim it anyway, laughing and darting off for shelter so he can wrangle up more snowballs and win this battle.
Commence Snowball Fight, Round Two!]