For some reason, until now I had completely forgotten about good!Zhao. I know what to do with him now, though. Also evil!Iroh is unnerving to write.
Zuko breathed a thin jet of steam into his hands and curled them together for warmth, gazing out if the windows of his uncle’s stolen ship before stomping over and jabbing the plum blossom tile with his finger and sliding it across the board. “I don’t know why you even tried for the throne if all you want to do all day is play pai sho and drink tea.”
Iroh examined the board and lifted his lily tile. “It is your own fault for stowing away.” The tile clicked into place. “If you want to leave, just let Zhao take you home next time he catches up with us.”
“Shouldn’t you be out trying to find the Avatar?” The horrible queazy feeling he had felt when Uncle had first told him of the plan, and the terrible optimism he had had when he had snuck onto the ship and hid among the barrels of dried noodles and salted cow-pig sloshed around inside him like the tea in his uncle’s cup. He folded his arms and glowered, and didn’t even glance down at the board to see where his uncle had put the tile.
And there was the tiny part of him, lost deep inside that hoped they would have time to search for his mom, and find out wherever his father had forced her to hide.
Uncle’s eyes were hard and cold for only a moment. Zuko had learned not to notice those moments, just like he had learned not to remember why his mother was banished. “I am only seeking my rightful place, Prince Zuko. The oldest son should inherit, don’t you agree?”
The sickness inside got worse when the light from the ice poured into the cabin, and Zuko knew with a dull sort of certainty what that light had to mean.
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Mirrorverse: What Are Zuko and Iroh Up To?
Date: 2010-12-12 04:09 am (UTC)Zuko breathed a thin jet of steam into his hands and curled them together for warmth, gazing out if the windows of his uncle’s stolen ship before stomping over and jabbing the plum blossom tile with his finger and sliding it across the board. “I don’t know why you even tried for the throne if all you want to do all day is play pai sho and drink tea.”
Iroh examined the board and lifted his lily tile. “It is your own fault for stowing away.” The tile clicked into place. “If you want to leave, just let Zhao take you home next time he catches up with us.”
“Shouldn’t you be out trying to find the Avatar?” The horrible queazy feeling he had felt when Uncle had first told him of the plan, and the terrible optimism he had had when he had snuck onto the ship and hid among the barrels of dried noodles and salted cow-pig sloshed around inside him like the tea in his uncle’s cup. He folded his arms and glowered, and didn’t even glance down at the board to see where his uncle had put the tile.
And there was the tiny part of him, lost deep inside that hoped they would have time to search for his mom, and find out wherever his father had forced her to hide.
Uncle’s eyes were hard and cold for only a moment. Zuko had learned not to notice those moments, just like he had learned not to remember why his mother was banished. “I am only seeking my rightful place, Prince Zuko. The oldest son should inherit, don’t you agree?”
The sickness inside got worse when the light from the ice poured into the cabin, and Zuko knew with a dull sort of certainty what that light had to mean.