I’m still figuring out things like how Zuko feels about fighting his people since he threw in with the Gaang during CoD, so...
“Does it fit?”
Zuko pushed himself up to his feet and walked. The ankle bent when he put weight on it, and popped back when he lifted it again. The mechanist’s clever system of hinges and springs almost felt normal. If he could feel it past his stump, it might have. “Yeah.”
Teo beamed. “You going to try it out?”
Zuko nodded, and followed him up the improvised wooden ramp laid over the staircase up to the deck. The ship rolled beneath his feet, but the wooden foot moved with it, like his real foot did. Excitement rushed around his body. He wondered if he could run.
The sun glittered off the field of icebergs, and Zuko exhaled a thin jet of fire. He pulled his gloved hands inside his sleeves for just a second, before he punched the air. He lunged, and punched wit his other hand, and pivoted as he kicked, the wooden foot trailing fire. He could feel his bending run through the leg, like it did through his boots, and gloves, and he kicked again, out into the empty air over the frozen sea.
He turned to Teo and took a few more clumsy steps. “I can walk! I can-”
It was such a stupid thing to say.
But Teo smiled, even if it passed through a grimace before becoming a smile. “Great, I’ll tell Dad it works,” he said before rolling away.
Zuko turned back to the ocean and swept his wooden foot out in an arc of flame. They sailed closer and closer to the North Pole which each moment, and Zuko tried not to think about what it was going to be like when they got there, or what it was going to be like when they left. Sometimes it was easier just to forget that everybody else was getting ready to invade his home. It was so much easier just to stay out there on the ship’s deck and send streaks of fire into the air with his new wooden foot.
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Zuko hurt leg on the run and it wont heal: Assistive Technology is a Beautiful Thing
Date: 2010-10-05 11:15 pm (UTC)“Does it fit?”
Zuko pushed himself up to his feet and walked. The ankle bent when he put weight on it, and popped back when he lifted it again. The mechanist’s clever system of hinges and springs almost felt normal. If he could feel it past his stump, it might have. “Yeah.”
Teo beamed. “You going to try it out?”
Zuko nodded, and followed him up the improvised wooden ramp laid over the staircase up to the deck. The ship rolled beneath his feet, but the wooden foot moved with it, like his real foot did. Excitement rushed around his body. He wondered if he could run.
The sun glittered off the field of icebergs, and Zuko exhaled a thin jet of fire. He pulled his gloved hands inside his sleeves for just a second, before he punched the air. He lunged, and punched wit his other hand, and pivoted as he kicked, the wooden foot trailing fire. He could feel his bending run through the leg, like it did through his boots, and gloves, and he kicked again, out into the empty air over the frozen sea.
He turned to Teo and took a few more clumsy steps. “I can walk! I can-”
It was such a stupid thing to say.
But Teo smiled, even if it passed through a grimace before becoming a smile. “Great, I’ll tell Dad it works,” he said before rolling away.
Zuko turned back to the ocean and swept his wooden foot out in an arc of flame. They sailed closer and closer to the North Pole which each moment, and Zuko tried not to think about what it was going to be like when they got there, or what it was going to be like when they left. Sometimes it was easier just to forget that everybody else was getting ready to invade his home. It was so much easier just to stay out there on the ship’s deck and send streaks of fire into the air with his new wooden foot.
He had to show his uncle.