Lu Ten/Long Feng, somehow the fact he has nothing to return to makes it all the worstbeckyh2112August 15 2010, 19:58:23 UTC
The fire in the minister's office burned green.
Lu Ten rested his cheek against the man's knee and could not take his eyes from the flames. Some part of him screamed at him to seize the flames and destroy the man, then run and run and run-
To where? He's in the heart of Ba Sing Se. He's alone and badly injured. Even if he could somehow unleash a signal-flare, the army had withdrawn from the walls months ago.
The Fire Nation thought he was dead. Long Feng brought the proclamation of official mourning to his bedside in the Dai Li safehouse. Lu Ten had burned it; he yet lived, and as long as he lived, there was hope.
Long Feng only smiled.
Then word came his uncle had been crowned Firelord. Lu Ten waited and waited for word of a civil war, sure his father would oppose Uncle Ozai. The Dai Li, too, listened, and Lu Ten knew in his heart that Long Feng would gloat over such an outcome.
But Father never contested Ozai's right to the throne.
Ozai was Firelord, and Lu Ten realized he would be nothing but a liability in the Fire Nation. Politically and militarily, for the way the Earthfolk had healed his wounds left his breathing difficult and his firebending weak.
When Long Feng came and took him to his apartments, Lu Ten did not resist.
He was surprised when the most that happened was the servants dressed him all in green, he had to admit. But maybe Long Feng was working up to treating his handsome, high-born prisoner the way Lu Ten would have treated him.
That was several weeks ago now, and Lu Ten found himself almost frustrated. He was given simple work, he dined with the minister, yet for all jade eyes lingered on him, the minister never acted on whatever thoughts were in his head.
So Lu Ten sat on the floor of his office, head on Long Feng's knee, watching the green-burning fire and waiting for a touch he was sure would never come.
Re: Lu Ten/Long Feng, somehow the fact he has nothing to return to makes it all the worstgigabombAugust 16 2010, 19:00:23 UTC
I find it kind of hilarious and sad that Lu Ten thinks it weird that Long Feng is not being as much of a dick as he would be under the same circumstances. But yeah, poor Lu Ten here, though I think he is not correct as to how his father (and even Ozai) would react to him still being alive. Thanks.
Lu Ten rested his cheek against the man's knee and could not take his eyes from the flames. Some part of him screamed at him to seize the flames and destroy the man, then run and run and run-
To where? He's in the heart of Ba Sing Se. He's alone and badly injured. Even if he could somehow unleash a signal-flare, the army had withdrawn from the walls months ago.
The Fire Nation thought he was dead. Long Feng brought the proclamation of official mourning to his bedside in the Dai Li safehouse. Lu Ten had burned it; he yet lived, and as long as he lived, there was hope.
Long Feng only smiled.
Then word came his uncle had been crowned Firelord. Lu Ten waited and waited for word of a civil war, sure his father would oppose Uncle Ozai. The Dai Li, too, listened, and Lu Ten knew in his heart that Long Feng would gloat over such an outcome.
But Father never contested Ozai's right to the throne.
Ozai was Firelord, and Lu Ten realized he would be nothing but a liability in the Fire Nation. Politically and militarily, for the way the Earthfolk had healed his wounds left his breathing difficult and his firebending weak.
When Long Feng came and took him to his apartments, Lu Ten did not resist.
He was surprised when the most that happened was the servants dressed him all in green, he had to admit. But maybe Long Feng was working up to treating his handsome, high-born prisoner the way Lu Ten would have treated him.
That was several weeks ago now, and Lu Ten found himself almost frustrated. He was given simple work, he dined with the minister, yet for all jade eyes lingered on him, the minister never acted on whatever thoughts were in his head.
So Lu Ten sat on the floor of his office, head on Long Feng's knee, watching the green-burning fire and waiting for a touch he was sure would never come.
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