[ This is the most romantic h/c thread every, as Bolin sits on the sand, fully clothed, sand clinging to his face and blood dripping from his lips attractively, looking both put out and resigned. In truth, he's still a little confused by everything that's happened, peering at Vietnam closely. ]
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[ This is the most romantic h/c thread every, as Bolin sits on the sand, fully clothed, sand clinging to his face and blood dripping from his lips attractively, looking both put out and resigned. In truth, he's still a little confused by everything that's happened, peering at Vietnam closely. ]
What happened? What hit me?