Dead of Night
Zuko is beginning to worry.
It's late.
There is no Mel with him.
So he sits in his chair and he fidgets. Her bandoleer is across his lap; he still works on it occasionally, even if it's hideous. He does want to finish it. But right now it's hardly more then a security blanket. Some horrified part of him wonders Did Azula already get to her?
The night gets longer, and the room gets colder, and Zuko waits in the flickering light of their lamps, fretting.
[Plotlocked to Iroh and Mel, say thanks.]
It's late.
There is no Mel with him.
So he sits in his chair and he fidgets. Her bandoleer is across his lap; he still works on it occasionally, even if it's hideous. He does want to finish it. But right now it's hardly more then a security blanket. Some horrified part of him wonders Did Azula already get to her?
The night gets longer, and the room gets colder, and Zuko waits in the flickering light of their lamps, fretting.
[Plotlocked to Iroh and Mel, say thanks.]