{chap7} Just 500 Words PG
Title: Learning
Summary: Before they begin fire-bending, Zuko teaches an important lesson.
Words: 333
Warning: slash; written on impulse; un-edited
There is something beautiful about how an air-bender treats fire.
The two sit with the sun at its brightest, beaming down on them in white light, erasing their surroundings so none may see. Like night, but white. Great and open. But Zuko has a different goal.
He surrounds them with fire.
Aang’s eyes widen-How can we breathe-and Zuko’s eyes remain stoic-I’m not burning anything, the smoke is pure-and then he agrees to sit together. Because when it comes to fire, Aang needs more than mere lack of fear. A spot of bravery, bravo. No, you must embrace.
In the beginning it is Zuko. He tends to it and feeds it, encompassing the two in a circle as they sit across from each other in meditation. Zuko’s eyes droop nearly shut, but just enough to squint into the circumference and proctor its growth. Aang’s eyes remain with him.
Heat. Closed. Two. Peace. Eventually, they see hear smell taste touch nothing but each other, the mental bond unfolding from the little creases of complicated origami into a blessedly flat plane of thought. Connection. Heat. Two Peace. Closed. Together. Finally, Zuko hands over the fire.
Aang breathes.
Zuko watches in awe. More than fire…air. Together. Alive. Mixing. In his deeply meditative state, Aang creates, knowing of no consequences. Open. Yet closed. Duality. Zuko brings fire, and in response Aang mitigates his own fuel. Balance. It is spotless.
Break the trance. Somewhat reluctantly, Zuko reaches out and touches Aang on the arm. The fire falls.
“That’s enough for today,” He says. He doesn’t expect for Aang’s face to split open in a smile and hug him ‘round the waist.
“You’re such a great teacher, Zuko.”
“…hmm,” He responds lightly, arms hanging awkwardly in midair. “Well, I have to. You’re not the enemy, you’re an ally. I’m doing my part in helping you win this war.”
Aang stares, a soft sense of shock in his eyes. Zuko, I’m not your ally…I’m your friend.
Summary: Before they begin fire-bending, Zuko teaches an important lesson.
Words: 333
Warning: slash; written on impulse; un-edited
There is something beautiful about how an air-bender treats fire.
The two sit with the sun at its brightest, beaming down on them in white light, erasing their surroundings so none may see. Like night, but white. Great and open. But Zuko has a different goal.
He surrounds them with fire.
Aang’s eyes widen-How can we breathe-and Zuko’s eyes remain stoic-I’m not burning anything, the smoke is pure-and then he agrees to sit together. Because when it comes to fire, Aang needs more than mere lack of fear. A spot of bravery, bravo. No, you must embrace.
In the beginning it is Zuko. He tends to it and feeds it, encompassing the two in a circle as they sit across from each other in meditation. Zuko’s eyes droop nearly shut, but just enough to squint into the circumference and proctor its growth. Aang’s eyes remain with him.
Heat. Closed. Two. Peace. Eventually, they see hear smell taste touch nothing but each other, the mental bond unfolding from the little creases of complicated origami into a blessedly flat plane of thought. Connection. Heat. Two Peace. Closed. Together. Finally, Zuko hands over the fire.
Aang breathes.
Zuko watches in awe. More than fire…air. Together. Alive. Mixing. In his deeply meditative state, Aang creates, knowing of no consequences. Open. Yet closed. Duality. Zuko brings fire, and in response Aang mitigates his own fuel. Balance. It is spotless.
Break the trance. Somewhat reluctantly, Zuko reaches out and touches Aang on the arm. The fire falls.
“That’s enough for today,” He says. He doesn’t expect for Aang’s face to split open in a smile and hug him ‘round the waist.
“You’re such a great teacher, Zuko.”
“…hmm,” He responds lightly, arms hanging awkwardly in midair. “Well, I have to. You’re not the enemy, you’re an ally. I’m doing my part in helping you win this war.”
Aang stares, a soft sense of shock in his eyes. Zuko, I’m not your ally…I’m your friend.