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25 June 2014 @ 05:29 am

So, is there going to be a ZukAang Week 2014? I figured I had missed it, but I was hoping to check out the prompts available. If one isn't already in the works maybe we could put something together. How about it?

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14 April 2014 @ 02:23 pm
Chapter 8
Unfamiliar Ground

Zuko followed the young avatar for over a mile before he caught up to him. He himself never had even wandered this far from the grounds. As a youth he was not allowed, and he’d never been able to express such freedoms since his return. He hadn’t had the time or a strong enough reason to. Climbing an embankment well outside the palace walls, he sat down next to Aang. He stated into the distance where a setting sun turned the sky into a canvas. A sight neither of them had the time to enjoy lately. Purples and reds and yellows washed across the horizon.                                                                                                 Neither of them said a word. Zuko pulled blades of grass from the earth and tossed them in front of him. It was something he did ever since he was a child when he felt uneasy. He wasn’t excited for what Aang might be feeling, or what he might say. The apprehension of what he was going to say next took him back a decade.  He vividly remembers waiting for his father to deal him a scolding, though this was different. Although in some ways, he felt the same. The situation in the Earth Kingdom seemed volatile, but it was nothing in comparison to the palace in the past several days. Emotional crescendos were seemingly littered among every daily action. It was exhausting, to say the least, and Zuko was running out of things to say. Especially in consolation to the young air nomad he felt he owed so much.
                “So…”  Zuko said, quietly.
                “How are you feeling?”
                “Fine,”  he answered flatly, taking a drink.
                “I just want to be alone,”  the Avatar answered lowly, in a way that seemed he wasn’t sure if he did or not.  Zuko didn’t leave, but he didn’t say anything for a little while either. He tried to think of something supportive to say, but it’s never exactly been the Fire Lord’s strength.
                “So I guess we’re having a bad week, huh?”  he pressed.
                “You followed me.”
                “I did. I thought you seemed to be in need of following.”
                “I’m not. I just want to be alone.”   He took a swig and looked at Zuko.  “For once.”                          Zuko wasn’t used to this sour demeanor. Not since he joined up with him, at the least. He pulled the bottle away from him, and Aang looked at him with an expression between anger and exasperation. Zuko thought about throwing it down the hill, to keep it away from him, but instead took a drink from the bottle himself, and before passing it back, lifted it back up to his mouth to take another. The bitterness left an odd taste in his mouth. Zuko didn’t like to drink it often, outside of ceremonies, but if Zuko wasn’t one to drink it, Aang especially wasn’t. Aang took the bottle back and nursed it between his legs. Not much remained, but another full bottle sat beside him, the light from the setting sun shimmering through the glass in splendid arrays.
                “I thought Air Nomads weren’t supposed to imbibe with vices like this.”
                “We’re not. No one really should, but that doesn’t mean we don’t, on occasion. We are human, you know. I once say Monk Tashi eat ten whole fruit pies after a bad argument.”  The way he emphasized the words made him sound a bit like his old self.
                “I don’t think that’s the same thing, Aang.”
                He shrugged in response and took another sip.  “There are a lot of things that people shouldn’t do but they do anyway. It doesn’t make it right, but it doesn’t make them bad people either.”
                “That’s true,”  He answered, knowingly.             
                Aang sighed.  “We had another fight. Katara and I. A bad one, I think.”
                “I’m sorry,”  Zuko began,  “Mai and I haven’t really been getting along either, lately. Sometimes it helps to talk about it, if you want?”  Zuko offered, sheepishly, knowing how much he himself actually hated to talk about such things.                                                                                                                                                        “Thanks. I don’t.”  He said it flatly, and bit his lip. He took in a big breath, and Zuko though he heard it catch in his throat.  “I’m just the Avatar, I’m not perfect. No one is. But you try your best and still sometimes you fail. It’s not fair.”  The words burst forth from Aang and it took Zuko by surprise.  “It’s not fair,”  he repeated, his voice wavering.
                “I know, it’s not. I wish it were.”
                “Everyone expects so much from me, but I can’t be a thousand places at once. I’m just one person. I’m not even that old, but it’s like every day I’m expected to take down another Fire Lord. To right another wrong for someone in the world! I can’t always do it. I’m the Avatar, I’m not all-knowing! I try, I do, but it seems like nothing much ever changes, and I end up getting blamed! I can’t do this anymore!”
                “It’s hard. I know.”  Zuko looked into his hands.  “Sometimes I wish my father was still in charge.”  Aang looked at Zuko with a raised eyebrow.  “It’s stupid, I know, I know. But I don’t always think I’m ready for this. I’m just one person too, trying to live up to the expectations of those before me, while at the same time, changing everything and making peace. It’s impossible to do both. I can’t keep everyone happy, and every decision I make it seems another war is just around the corner. I don’t want that, but everyone seemingly thinks that I do!”  He was getting emotional himself, now.
                “I know you don’t want that…” 
                Zuko didn’t say anything, but instead reached around him for the other bottle and opened it. The cork flew off and much of the contents foamed up through the spout and onto the grass in front of them. Before waiting for all of the liquid to settle, he took a few big gulps. They stared out into the setting sun for a while. The last rays of light sparkling on the now wettened grass.
                “I’m sorry the world is so hard sometimes, Aang. You deserve better.”
                “You deserve better too.”                                                                                                                           “Thanks,”  Zuko answered,  “Things will get better in time, you know. Sometimes we just have to wait out the storm. I just wish it were easier sometimes.”                                                                                                             “I know. I’m sorry for being like that.”                                                                                                                                 “Being like what? Human?”                                                                                                                                                         “Yeah, I guess,”  Aang replied.                                                                                                                                                   “You want other people to ease up on you, but you also need to ease up on yourself. You’re a great guy. You’ve already done so much.”  He turned to him and Aang looked back smiling, and he couldn’t help but smile himself.                                                                                                                                                                 Before he knew what was going on, Aang was in his face. His lips were pressed tight against his, the smell of cactus juice and Aang flooding his nostrils. He tensed, in shock, before closing his eyes and getting lost in the sensations. But, before he could truly appreciate it, he was gone again, and sat back where he was. He quickly took Zuko’s bottle of cactus juice and drank from it. The other lay empty beside him.  Then, silence. Zuko’s heart and mind raced. He knew he should say something, but couldn’t find even a single suitable word. It’s as if he lost all semblances of a language.                                                                           “Strong drinks,”  he said quietly and immediately regretted it.                                                                                       “Yeah, sorry...”  his voice trailed off.  “I’m not really used to it.”                                                                          “Uhh… me either.”  Zuko felt all the blood rush to his face. His cheeks were red hot and his palms were starting to sweat. He wiped them on his clothes awkwardly. The silence that followed was painful.  “The bottles were actually pretty expensive ones. They were a good year”  He rubbed the back of his head.  “You have good taste.”                                                                                                                                                    “Oh, uhh, sorry. I’ll pay you back for them. It was an accident.”                                                                                       “Don’t worry about it. I enjoyed it, too.”  Zuko quickly grabbed the bottle and another big swig to make it sure he was speaking about the cactus juice, and also to try to fight back the storming, conflicted feelings inside of him. Aang reached for the bottle, and brushed his hand against Zuko’s. Both looked away shyly.                                                                                                                                                                                     They sat there passing it back and forth until the bottle was empty and the skies were dark. Zuko stood first, offering a hand to help Aang up. He took it.  “We should head back.”                                                                 “Yeah,”  Aang said, unconvinced.  “You have a gala to prepare for tomorrow, don’t you?”                    Oh no, Zuko thought, I’d completely forgot I had said that.                                                                                          “I’m sure it will be great,”  Aang said assuredly.                                                                                                                  “I hope so. I don’t really have anything planned. A speech. I should make a speech.”                                           “About what?”                                                                                                                                                                                 “What’s going on, I suppose. Maybe people will be a bit more receptive with a couple swigs of these in their systems.”  Zuko shook the bottle in his hand.                                                                                            “Yeah, something like that, haha.”  Aang chuckled, then stopped.  “Hey, do you think I could get another room tonight? I don’t think…”  his voice trailed off.                                                                                                             “Sure, definitely. You can sleep in my room—err I mean uhh.”  Zuko felt his face flush again.  “My old room, I mean. I moved into the Fire Lord’s chambers.”                                                                                                                Aang looked puzzled at this for a moment, but then seemed understand.  “Okay, thanks.”  He smiled and picked up the empty bottle lying beside him.  Zuko looked down at the one in his hand and promptly hurled it down the hill. He watched it until he could no longer see it in the darkness, and then heard a crash. The Avatar looked at him surprised, the moonlight reflecting off his features, and then quickly threw the bottle to join his in the oblivion. It felt freeing                                                                                                    “Feel better?”  Zuko asked, walking back in the direction of the palace.                                                                            “I do, a bit, yes. Thanks,”  Aang answered, following alongside him. He put his arm around his back. Zuko didn’t know if it was for support, stability, or something else, but he returned the gesture, wrapping his arm over his shoulder. They walked back the entire way like this, not saying a word.
02 September 2013 @ 07:38 pm

Chapter 7
Bottles and Backlash

Aang sulked through the different areas of the palace without direction. Mindlessly wandering in and out of rooms, eventually he ended up in an indoor arena of sorts. The Fire Nation insignia was emblazoned on a huge tapestry that hung on the wall. The bricks were smooth and red. Seating was arranged all around up the walls in order to watch the Agni-Kais that took place here. Aang thought he could almost hear the cheering and screaming that must have echoed off of the walls. The Air Temples had courts for children to play with balls and do activities. Here though, they had courts for duels. He reached down and felt the cool stone with his hand, thinking about all of the heated fights that went on here. For honor and respect. Senseless violence, it seemed to him, but he recognized it was their way. He wondered if this is where Zuko battled his own father and received his scar. He shuddered at the thought.

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24 August 2013 @ 07:08 pm

Chapter 6

Katara paced in their shared bedroom incessantly, as if she were trying to wear a rut into the floor.  It had been a few hours since the argument, and she could hardly wait any longer for Aang to get back. She was worried. Even before all of this, Aang had seemed distant. He was unable to sleep. The young Avatar hardly was ever in their room anymore, and seemed constantly preoccupied with meetings or meditations. His absence—both physical and emotional—wore on Katara, and she no longer knew what to do or what to think.

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28 July 2013 @ 12:35 pm
Some doodles I did the other day. Link goes to journal entry. Enjoy!
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27 July 2013 @ 01:07 pm

Chapter 5
Leaves in the Wind

“I didn't think you’d find me,”  Aang said, his back turned from Zuko. He tried to listen closely to the way Aang was talking in order to judge how he was doing through his voice, but if it cracked, the wind blowing over the top of the buildings made it unable to be heard.

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11 June 2013 @ 09:51 pm

Wow. Sorry about disappearing there for a while. I've been... "busy."  I'll try and update more often. Part five shouldn't be too far away.

Chapter 4
Nations at War

“Well,”  Katara whined,  “It’s good to see you finally show up.”  The Avatar walked in the small opened kitchen area off to one end of the palace and sat down, his face turning red. He had the feeling as if he’d done something wrong, though he couldn’t put his finger on what.

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12 May 2013 @ 01:40 pm
i has this drawing of Zuko, no Aang there ]you can imagine him in Zuko's room tough, asleep, [. is this okay?
this way!

Avatar The Last Airbender

(I don't own A.T.L.A., Mike D., Brian K., & NICK do.)

Unusual Circumstances:

-----------------------{Chapter-1 Small Steps}-----------------------

(Set During "The Western Air Temple")

Aang still could not quite believe what he was hearing; Zuko, who had pursued them all over the world, was now asking for the chance to join their group. Zuko, who had used his fire bending for intimidation and violence, was now offering to teach Aang that same art to put an end to the war. More important than even these last two issues; the banished prince's driving goal had always seemed to be to return home and reclaim his birthright as heir to the throne, and now, he claimed that he had thrown all of that away to help Aang and his friends.

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