[fic]: "luna"
Is this comm active anymore??? I hope so. I miss being updated on everyone's fics! :( Anyway, here's a oneshot!
title: luna
pairing: yue ო zuko ო katara
summary: After being shot by lightening, Zuko meets the moon, in the Spirit World.
disclaimer: own nothing!
notes: So, it seems that I have a penchant for writing Zuko in pseudo-Spirit-World-love-triangles with Water Tribe Women. Consider this a sister-fic to belle reve.
excerpt:
"Is she okay?" he asks, suddenly, jolting upwards. There is no pain, but Zuko doesn't register this. "Is she alive? Did Azula get her?"
The girl's smile is gentle: moon-song. "Katara? I met her once. She's very strong."
"Is. She. Alive." He remembers the lightning, the feral grin carved into Azula's face as she shot.
"Yes," she says, simply. "She's alive. It's you that you should be worried about."
"Me?" he asks. His voice is a rasp, his eyes alight as he takes in the world around him. Jasmine-grasses, fruit-bright trees. Flowers. More than he's ever seen in all of his years.
And then it hits-like his sister's lightning, like his father's fire. But he's strangely calm, serene, as he asks, "Am I-"
"Almost," she says, ever-soft. "Almost."
"Oh." Out of habit, he runs a hand along the left side of his face, and stills-the skin is smooth, unblemished.
He eyes the girl, suddenly cold, "How-"
"My name is Yue," she tells him, in a sea-water soprano. "And you're in the Spirit World, Prince Zuko."
title: luna
pairing: yue ო zuko ო katara
summary: After being shot by lightening, Zuko meets the moon, in the Spirit World.
disclaimer: own nothing!
notes: So, it seems that I have a penchant for writing Zuko in pseudo-Spirit-World-love-triangles with Water Tribe Women. Consider this a sister-fic to belle reve.
excerpt:
"Is she okay?" he asks, suddenly, jolting upwards. There is no pain, but Zuko doesn't register this. "Is she alive? Did Azula get her?"
The girl's smile is gentle: moon-song. "Katara? I met her once. She's very strong."
"Is. She. Alive." He remembers the lightning, the feral grin carved into Azula's face as she shot.
"Yes," she says, simply. "She's alive. It's you that you should be worried about."
"Me?" he asks. His voice is a rasp, his eyes alight as he takes in the world around him. Jasmine-grasses, fruit-bright trees. Flowers. More than he's ever seen in all of his years.
And then it hits-like his sister's lightning, like his father's fire. But he's strangely calm, serene, as he asks, "Am I-"
"Almost," she says, ever-soft. "Almost."
"Oh." Out of habit, he runs a hand along the left side of his face, and stills-the skin is smooth, unblemished.
He eyes the girl, suddenly cold, "How-"
"My name is Yue," she tells him, in a sea-water soprano. "And you're in the Spirit World, Prince Zuko."