anyways, he's wandering around on wednesday, and while he's trying to keep his distance from others enough that nothing awkward gets shared - he does not manage to do this and something awkward absolutely gets shared when he passes by zuko.
this memory begins in a forest; it's dark, even though you're in a clearing, so it's probably sometime either late at night or very, very early in the morning. there's a boy standing before you - well, not quite standing. the two of you are fighting, after all, and not a spar or a practice battle. you knows that the stakes for this fight are life or death - only one of you can leave this forest. but as the battle (11:48 to 14:11) with two very enthusiastic observers continues, it becomes clear just how much neither of you want to be involved in this conflict. you can barely even hear the two giving their commentary in the background, and you don't spare them a passing glance - even after your sword is knocked out of your hands and you drop to your knees, you're entirely focused on the person in front of you, and the way the feelings you've been holding back for days come pouring out.
[ watching this play out, it's a little dicked up actually!!!! and familiar. fathers pitting kids against each other... in his case, it was him and his sister, but this is still fucked ]
[ what to say, what are the words? ]
.... That's rough, buddy.
[ a beat. ]
N-Not the love. Just that.... you have to fight him. Why do you have to fight him?
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w3, wednesday.
anyways, he's wandering around on wednesday, and while he's trying to keep his distance from others enough that nothing awkward gets shared - he does not manage to do this and something awkward absolutely gets shared when he passes by zuko.
this memory begins in a forest; it's dark, even though you're in a clearing, so it's probably sometime either late at night or very, very early in the morning. there's a boy standing before you - well, not quite standing. the two of you are fighting, after all, and not a spar or a practice battle. you knows that the stakes for this fight are life or death - only one of you can leave this forest. but as the battle (11:48 to 14:11) with two very enthusiastic observers continues, it becomes clear just how much neither of you want to be involved in this conflict. you can barely even hear the two giving their commentary in the background, and you don't spare them a passing glance - even after your sword is knocked out of your hands and you drop to your knees, you're entirely focused on the person in front of you, and the way the feelings you've been holding back for days come pouring out.
(happy last day of pride)]
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[ what to say, what are the words? ]
.... That's rough, buddy.
[ a beat. ]
N-Not the love. Just that.... you have to fight him. Why do you have to fight him?