#dmned: lin.

[sifutoph]

❝ i didn’t want to worry you. ❞ ( from lin )

❝ so you and your sister both decided to take on that guy by yourselves. ❞

that guy : some dunderhead who thought they could stalk around the house and intimidate her girls as some sort of act of revenge for... spirits knows, because toph certainly didn't. it might be a grudge the guy held from when the first metalbender was twelve, or it could be a grudge from last week. nowadays, these things tend to blur. few criminals could truly rattle her, having lived as long as she did and taken on as many idiots as she had. still. to think they'd be cowardly enough to have done it when they knew she wouldn't be around.

toph isn't stupid. they moron was probably planning something. and her girls... foiled that.

the older beifong sighs, and yeah, toph gets it : maybe she should be proud. any other time she would be, she thinks. any other time when her girls may not be her daughters, she might. because there's that little thing no one told you about parenting, you see — or, well, someone probably did tell her. her own parents maybe, remembering the way her own mother would still fret, but — it's... scary. the kind of scary toph had never gotten used to, not since the moment she knew she had another heartbeat inside of her. she wants to pummel the guy who thought they could get an upper hand over her family; all the same, she wishes she could build a wall just to keep lin and suyin safe.

but toph would cut off both her hands than to ever let that come true. no child of hers would know how she'd felt in her own childhood.

❝ i don't like it, ❞ she tells to her eldest pointedly, a warning, all square shoulder and arms crossed, before : ❝ ... but you both did good. ❞

a pause. spirits, she could already feel a headache.

❝ and don't mention it to your grandparents when they come on over next week. ❞

i need you close at all time, accepting.

[sifutoph]

the sigh toph holds is long.

perhaps there ought to be some sort of franticness on her side, but the elder beifong remains her composure. immovable as the earth, the mother of the pair merely tips her chin up, the only acknowledgement she allows, and she shifts the sole of her foot against the floor. when toph was younger, and her girls were much smaller, scrapes and bruises used to terrify toph – because as much as she could 'see', it will never be to the extent of those who possesses sight.

even now, the fear lingers — but lin wants to be tough, and let it not be said toph couldn't be tougher.

❝ so you'd rather yell at me than get yourself treated ? ❞ is all the woman bites out, putting aside the embossed letter one of her father's colleague had written to her.

❝ ― don't tell me that you love me. i've got nothing left in turn , except this empty bag of promises and second degree burns on the tips of my fingers. ❞ anger and frustration bubbling , she throws the words at her mother , relishing in the way the burns on her hands sting when she balls them into fists.

lyric starter call. / @sifutoph / satan and st. paul by john fulbright.

[bndair]

❝ are you really going to believe some random guy over me ? ❞       inquisitive brow quirks as hands lift , jockeying  up and down for a moment before revealing option b  ( aka himself )  as the rightful WINNER.        ❝ i'm telling you , the national fire burping competition was one of the biggest events of the year. ❞

@dmned     ❤ ’d   ( for lin )

[sifutoph]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄

the ghost of your bloodline

you were doomed from the start, weren’t you? born to bend yourself to the will of a bloodline that sneers at every effort you take towards betterment. you are stained by the hand of your father, your mother, perhaps a family member that looms over your weary shoulders. the first grave is the childhood home, after all. you can escape all you wish. your body can leave the home, the state, the country, but you will always be haunted by what raised you. when chelsea dingman wrote, “i have been trying to go home my entire life.” when graham greene wrote, “from childhood i had never believed in permanence, and yet i had longed for it.” when oscar wilde wrote, “a burnt child loves the fire.”

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