Sunday Six

Apr. 7th, 2013 09:04 pm
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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

It's still Sunday! This is from the same fic as last time.

Asami puts her basket on the table, and sits in the chair opposite her father. She hardly recognizes him anymore, with his beard grown out and his mustache a scraggly mess. The guards have taken his glasses away, leaving him as blind as a badgermole; the first time Asami had been allowed to visit, and seen that, she'd stormed into Chief Bei Fong's office, livid. The chief had calmly explained that Hiroshi had been caught dismantling his glasses for parts; he was also never given chopsticks or a spoon with his meals since the episode with the helicopter. "When someone locked my mother up, she invented metalbending," Chief Bei Fong said. Asami wasn't sure whether this was intended as sympathy, one-upsmanship, or what.

Date: 2013-04-08 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] pleonasm
I love that dialogue from Lin sfm. And Hiroshi would totally do that, he would. Dangerous man.

Date: 2013-04-08 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] minutia-r.livejournal.com
:)

I wrote that paragraph, and started kind of shipping Lin/Hiroshi. And I don't usually do hateships or rivalships.

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