This is a sadistic little verse that likes to get it’s claws into me and whisper more things I could write in it. Now that you have fed it, it shall never let me go again! (Noooooooooo!)
Song pushed open the sliding door and stepped out onto the porch. “Can I join you?” she asked, sitting down beside him before he had a chance to answer. “I know what you’ve been through. We’ve all been through it. The Fire Nation has hurt you.”
Zuko’s muscles knotted up, and he had to force himself to stay seated and not bolt away. When she reached up and tried to touch his scar, it was almost a relief, just to move, to do something, to snatch her hand out of the air and hold it away.
“It’s okay,” she told him, slipping her hand out of his and clasping the fabric of her skirt. “They’ve hurt me, too.” She pulled the cloth up, over her knee to show him the thick lines of burn scars twining up her leg.
Zuko’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t force anything past his lips. He lurched to his feet, so angry he could barely see. They were his people, and they were dead...
And they were all dead.
He and Uncle were all alone, and nothing was going to change that.
The young doctor reached out her hand to him, and smiled, unsure. “Just because something terrible happened to them doesn’t mean you have to forget they hurt you.”
Sparks crackled at his fingertips. Licks of flame flicked out of his mouth. He spun around to face her.
And they died.
He sank to the ground, choking on his sobs, and she stared at him, wide eyed and ready to scream.
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Koizilla Destroys the Fire Nation Continuation: Song
Date: 2010-10-02 10:39 pm (UTC)Song pushed open the sliding door and stepped out onto the porch. “Can I join you?” she asked, sitting down beside him before he had a chance to answer. “I know what you’ve been through. We’ve all been through it. The Fire Nation has hurt you.”
Zuko’s muscles knotted up, and he had to force himself to stay seated and not bolt away. When she reached up and tried to touch his scar, it was almost a relief, just to move, to do something, to snatch her hand out of the air and hold it away.
“It’s okay,” she told him, slipping her hand out of his and clasping the fabric of her skirt. “They’ve hurt me, too.” She pulled the cloth up, over her knee to show him the thick lines of burn scars twining up her leg.
Zuko’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t force anything past his lips. He lurched to his feet, so angry he could barely see. They were his people, and they were dead...
And they were all dead.
He and Uncle were all alone, and nothing was going to change that.
The young doctor reached out her hand to him, and smiled, unsure. “Just because something terrible happened to them doesn’t mean you have to forget they hurt you.”
Sparks crackled at his fingertips. Licks of flame flicked out of his mouth. He spun around to face her.
And they died.
He sank to the ground, choking on his sobs, and she stared at him, wide eyed and ready to scream.