SLA: Picture 3- Afternoon Tea
Title: Snapshots of Life After- Concerning Sisters
Rating: M
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Zuko's life as the Fire Lord isn't easy: it comes with its fair share of stumbling. Lucky for him he's got Jet to help him through.
WARNINGS: yaoi, mature content, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable trademarks displayed in this work of fiction. The ideas and writing are mine, however, so I would appreciate that my rights be observed in that respect. This disclaimer is applicable to the entirety of this story.
“It’s very good of you to do this, Jet.” Teo said softly, wheeling after the brown-haired man as they headed down a corridor to Zuko’s study. “Haru hasn’t been able to get time here to go over the treaties with the Fire Nation, he’s been too busy trying to help the Earth King with his reunification plans.” Jet grinned at the teen.
“’S no problem, Teo. I bet the treaties aren’t the only things put on hold for that reunification business. Must really be annoying. Always is when Zuko does it to me.” Teo turned faintly red around the ears.
“Can we keep my personal matters out of this?” He asked, dignity somewhat trodden on. (Jet was good at doing that. Dignity, ego and the like were overrated anyway. Unless it was in a situation that required it, but this really wasn’t, and what was a slightly bruised dignity between friends?)
Jet chuckled. “All right, I get it.” They arrived at a rather plain-looking shogi door. Jet slid it open, poking his head in. “Huh. I don’t see him. He must be on the balcony. C’mon in, Teo. Don’t mind the paperwork.” Teo chuckled, wheeling his chaircart into the room. The room was rather spare for being the Fire lord’s personal study; bearing light paneled wood walls and a cool stone-tiled floor.
The furniture was simple, a desk (with attached piles of paperwork) with a cushioned chair, both done in the same light wood; a chaise along one wall with a blanket set folded at one end, and a low pai sho table with floor cushions. What really caught Teo’s eye was the way the room opened up onto the balcony, a thin, rice-paper shogi door the only thing between the study and the rest of the world. The light through the paper was warm, casting an inviting glow across the entire room. Jet slid it open, and bright sunlight spilled across the floor, bathing the room in warm light.
Jet walked out onto the balcony, eyes immediately finding the absent Lord. He was seated at a low table, head pillowed in his arms, crown sitting next to his elbow. He’d evidently been having tea, as there was a small porcelain pot and cup in front of him. Jet grinned fondly, and Teo looked on awkwardly as Jet rested a hand on Zuko’s shoulder, gently shaking him awake. Zuko’s head came up, and he pushed long black hair away from his face in order to properly view his assailant. His mildly grumpy expression melted into a smile that Teo didn’t think he’d ever seen on the scarred youth’s face.
…It was the smile he knew he always wore whenever Haru was around.
Jet grinned and kissed the other, before pointedly gesturing in Teo’s direction. Zuko looked momentarily surprised, but it melted into a friendly smile.
“I’m afraid my tea’s gone cold. Let me retrieve some more, and then we can look over those treaties.” Zuko offered quietly. Teo nodded, smiling.
“Tea sounds lovely, Lord Zuko.” He replied. Zuko looked surprised again.
“It’s just Zuko, Ambassador Teo. We’re friends, are we not?” He asked, almost unsure.
“Of course, Zuko. In which case you must call me Teo.” Teo replied. Jet grinned mischievously.
“So, what’re you going to call me?” He asked playfully. Zuko shot him a dry look.
“Idiot.” Teo muffled a chuckle at Jet’s miffed expression, watching the two of them bicker mildly as Zuko sent for more hot water. It was almost as good as being back home. (Only there wasn’t any crazy father, silly Haru, or fledgling airbenders to care for)
Rating: M
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Zuko's life as the Fire Lord isn't easy: it comes with its fair share of stumbling. Lucky for him he's got Jet to help him through.
WARNINGS: yaoi, mature content, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable trademarks displayed in this work of fiction. The ideas and writing are mine, however, so I would appreciate that my rights be observed in that respect. This disclaimer is applicable to the entirety of this story.
“It’s very good of you to do this, Jet.” Teo said softly, wheeling after the brown-haired man as they headed down a corridor to Zuko’s study. “Haru hasn’t been able to get time here to go over the treaties with the Fire Nation, he’s been too busy trying to help the Earth King with his reunification plans.” Jet grinned at the teen.
“’S no problem, Teo. I bet the treaties aren’t the only things put on hold for that reunification business. Must really be annoying. Always is when Zuko does it to me.” Teo turned faintly red around the ears.
“Can we keep my personal matters out of this?” He asked, dignity somewhat trodden on. (Jet was good at doing that. Dignity, ego and the like were overrated anyway. Unless it was in a situation that required it, but this really wasn’t, and what was a slightly bruised dignity between friends?)
Jet chuckled. “All right, I get it.” They arrived at a rather plain-looking shogi door. Jet slid it open, poking his head in. “Huh. I don’t see him. He must be on the balcony. C’mon in, Teo. Don’t mind the paperwork.” Teo chuckled, wheeling his chaircart into the room. The room was rather spare for being the Fire lord’s personal study; bearing light paneled wood walls and a cool stone-tiled floor.
The furniture was simple, a desk (with attached piles of paperwork) with a cushioned chair, both done in the same light wood; a chaise along one wall with a blanket set folded at one end, and a low pai sho table with floor cushions. What really caught Teo’s eye was the way the room opened up onto the balcony, a thin, rice-paper shogi door the only thing between the study and the rest of the world. The light through the paper was warm, casting an inviting glow across the entire room. Jet slid it open, and bright sunlight spilled across the floor, bathing the room in warm light.
Jet walked out onto the balcony, eyes immediately finding the absent Lord. He was seated at a low table, head pillowed in his arms, crown sitting next to his elbow. He’d evidently been having tea, as there was a small porcelain pot and cup in front of him. Jet grinned fondly, and Teo looked on awkwardly as Jet rested a hand on Zuko’s shoulder, gently shaking him awake. Zuko’s head came up, and he pushed long black hair away from his face in order to properly view his assailant. His mildly grumpy expression melted into a smile that Teo didn’t think he’d ever seen on the scarred youth’s face.
…It was the smile he knew he always wore whenever Haru was around.
Jet grinned and kissed the other, before pointedly gesturing in Teo’s direction. Zuko looked momentarily surprised, but it melted into a friendly smile.
“I’m afraid my tea’s gone cold. Let me retrieve some more, and then we can look over those treaties.” Zuko offered quietly. Teo nodded, smiling.
“Tea sounds lovely, Lord Zuko.” He replied. Zuko looked surprised again.
“It’s just Zuko, Ambassador Teo. We’re friends, are we not?” He asked, almost unsure.
“Of course, Zuko. In which case you must call me Teo.” Teo replied. Jet grinned mischievously.
“So, what’re you going to call me?” He asked playfully. Zuko shot him a dry look.
“Idiot.” Teo muffled a chuckle at Jet’s miffed expression, watching the two of them bicker mildly as Zuko sent for more hot water. It was almost as good as being back home. (Only there wasn’t any crazy father, silly Haru, or fledgling airbenders to care for)