We Humble Three [Avatar fic: Suki, Iroh, and Ty Lee; Season 3]
Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender
Title: We Humble Three
Spoilers: entire series, focused primarily on season 3 premiere, "Awakening"
Rating: G
Genre: general
Characters: Suki, Ty Lee, Iroh
Summary: Tea brings all sorts of people together.
Notes: …This kinda mutated into other stuff; into less Iroh and more Suki and more Ty Lee.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Avatar, the Last Airbender.
Suki’s eyes narrowed over the smoking teacup, concerned-Iroh had asked their "guard" about his nephew again.
"Zu Zu still looks skinny, but I guess that’s just how his body is," chirped Ty Lee, inanely juggling the her own empty teacup and the still relatively full teapot; Suki kept watching for a glimmer of fluid spilling from the ceramic spout, but still, nothing. "Besides, there’s nothing wrong with skinny," finished the girl as she set the wares down on the tray with a flourish, barely shaking it; she flexed her own arm playfully, grin wide and toothy.
Iroh softly ran a finger around the rim of his cup. "He is eating well, then?" The old man only asked about his nephew in a clinical manner, how physically well he’s faring, is his hair still growing like a weed, things like that. Never any of the truly private matters, the tone of his deep voice barring any inquiry and Suki had been impressed by Ty Lee’s tact to not intrude. Or maybe the Kyoshi warrior confused tact with stupid obliviousness, she could never tell with Ty Lee; after the fight and behind cold bars, the girl hardly seemed Fire Nation-actually, even during the fight she seemed off. It was her sunny disposition, her optimism-at least, that is what Suki would call it if not for the girl’s fiery affiliation. Cheerfulness transformed to idiocy in her eyes.
"Well, he really digs in when the food’s all spicy like back in the Fire Nation."
Suki stared at her.
"Why not call it home," demanded the Kyoshi warrior.
Ty Lee slithered into an upside down position with her face trained back on Suki’s, who involuntarily shivered at the acrobatics; she would never forget. "Because it’s not," explained Ty Lee serenely.
Suki stared, then turned back to Iroh, who had an equally serene face, albeit more weary, his lines clear and stark against the dark. If anyone’s hardly Fire Nation, it’s Iroh. The Kyoshi warrior had to believe that, for the man was kind, too kind for the Fire Nation, there could not possibly be others like him in that country, tired old men worrying over their foolish children-
"Have you already run out of tea, Suki?" Iroh asked with gnarled hand on tan handle, ready to pour, a certain concern in his eye-the Kyoshi warrior laughed, for here imprisoned, the man looked as if there was nothing worse in the world than an empty teacup.
"No, no," and she tipped the amber liquid toward her lips; "just savoring it."
And Iroh smiled.
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Ty Lee is relieved when Azula does not heavily interview her on the tea parties with Master Iroh and Suki-that is to say, "guard duty."
Title: We Humble Three
Spoilers: entire series, focused primarily on season 3 premiere, "Awakening"
Rating: G
Genre: general
Characters: Suki, Ty Lee, Iroh
Summary: Tea brings all sorts of people together.
Notes: …This kinda mutated into other stuff; into less Iroh and more Suki and more Ty Lee.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Avatar, the Last Airbender.
Suki’s eyes narrowed over the smoking teacup, concerned-Iroh had asked their "guard" about his nephew again.
"Zu Zu still looks skinny, but I guess that’s just how his body is," chirped Ty Lee, inanely juggling the her own empty teacup and the still relatively full teapot; Suki kept watching for a glimmer of fluid spilling from the ceramic spout, but still, nothing. "Besides, there’s nothing wrong with skinny," finished the girl as she set the wares down on the tray with a flourish, barely shaking it; she flexed her own arm playfully, grin wide and toothy.
Iroh softly ran a finger around the rim of his cup. "He is eating well, then?" The old man only asked about his nephew in a clinical manner, how physically well he’s faring, is his hair still growing like a weed, things like that. Never any of the truly private matters, the tone of his deep voice barring any inquiry and Suki had been impressed by Ty Lee’s tact to not intrude. Or maybe the Kyoshi warrior confused tact with stupid obliviousness, she could never tell with Ty Lee; after the fight and behind cold bars, the girl hardly seemed Fire Nation-actually, even during the fight she seemed off. It was her sunny disposition, her optimism-at least, that is what Suki would call it if not for the girl’s fiery affiliation. Cheerfulness transformed to idiocy in her eyes.
"Well, he really digs in when the food’s all spicy like back in the Fire Nation."
Suki stared at her.
"Why not call it home," demanded the Kyoshi warrior.
Ty Lee slithered into an upside down position with her face trained back on Suki’s, who involuntarily shivered at the acrobatics; she would never forget. "Because it’s not," explained Ty Lee serenely.
Suki stared, then turned back to Iroh, who had an equally serene face, albeit more weary, his lines clear and stark against the dark. If anyone’s hardly Fire Nation, it’s Iroh. The Kyoshi warrior had to believe that, for the man was kind, too kind for the Fire Nation, there could not possibly be others like him in that country, tired old men worrying over their foolish children-
"Have you already run out of tea, Suki?" Iroh asked with gnarled hand on tan handle, ready to pour, a certain concern in his eye-the Kyoshi warrior laughed, for here imprisoned, the man looked as if there was nothing worse in the world than an empty teacup.
"No, no," and she tipped the amber liquid toward her lips; "just savoring it."
And Iroh smiled.
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Ty Lee is relieved when Azula does not heavily interview her on the tea parties with Master Iroh and Suki-that is to say, "guard duty."