Lion Head Mesa aluminum

omgggggggggGGG ur AVATAR, a PRINCE

tavina smiled a little but she truly did not know if it would work. nala did not appear to be a hostage of any sort, and now she worried that playing the gallant rescuer and bringing the entire word of a princess might seem rather odd. arrogant, even. 

she wanted to swoop nala up and put her in a little alcove somewhere, perhaps — in a room draped with green things and glowing not beneath the palace but above it, as if they could live in a little apartment made of sun somewhere outside the reach of akashingo.

goodness.

"you always make me feel so —" careful "— well, cared for. heard. understood. thank you for that, gucci." 

again, the sad little curve to her mouth that wanted so badly to be a smile. "what is your favorite color?" his nuptials were upcoming. she was thinking of a gift.