200 word Drabble: Someone Else

[attackfish]

Written for avatar_500 prompt #14, Supernatural.

Summary: They are different.

Someone Else

Zuko knew how to wield dual swords, even if he didn’t let anyone else know.

The Blue Spirit didn’t wield swords.  The swords were part of his body and being.  Sometimes the spirit sheathed them and took his hands off of them, but they were always part of him.

Even when they hung on Zuko’s wall.

Zuko could breathe life into fire.  He was the prince of Fire.  Fire was life, and strength, hope and pride.  It was his.

The Blue Spirit couldn’t bend.  He was a being of shadows.  Fire dispelled him.  Fire was death, and weakness, fear and shame.  It doesn’t belong to him.

The Blue Spirit never spoke.  He didn’t need to.  He had swords, and skills to speak instead.  He could go anywhere, and then disappear again.

The Blue Spirit had serenity and patience instead of Zuko’s endless frustration.

While Zuko never smiled, the spirit’s face was always grinning.

The Blue Spirit wore Zuko’s clothes, held his swords, and walked his floors.

But the Blue Spirit was not Zuko.

Zuko held the mask and gazed back into its empty eyeholes.  He turned the mask over in his hands and replaced its hollow eyes with his own.

Comments

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

I think my reaction to this can be boiled down to right on. This is kind of what Blue Spirit feels like to me, for Zuko. It's his freedom, and it's just another direction in which he's almost broken off a piece.

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

And it 's the perfect drabble for Halloween!

... I swear I planned that.

Damn, I still have one more of these things to post before I'm all caught up. Shouldn't have let this slide.

Given how bound Zuko is in his honor and his duty, he can't even articulate how much he needs being the blue spirit, and how much he misses it once he throws the mask away.