[Zuko, Room 103 - Apharsites]
Feb. 17th, 2006 04:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
princeinexile[Also after this.]
Zuko lays in the dark. The fire is out -- long ago, it had consumed it's fuel, having nothing more to rise and fall with; the patterns of breath or the motions of--
He swallows once, staring at his ceiling, burrowed into blankets that shouldn't be cold. Firebenders are never cold.
Never.
But he can't shake the chill from his skin, or the dried sweat from the tangle of sheets.
He's still awake when morning dawns. He feels it more then sees; the no matter the world, the adage is still true: Firebenders rise with the sun.
He skulks through the halls at dawn; to fetch a bucket of water to wash with and soap and shampoo that he hopes hasn't gone rancid.
He's got to get clean.
Zuko lays in the dark. The fire is out -- long ago, it had consumed it's fuel, having nothing more to rise and fall with; the patterns of breath or the motions of--
He swallows once, staring at his ceiling, burrowed into blankets that shouldn't be cold. Firebenders are never cold.
Never.
But he can't shake the chill from his skin, or the dried sweat from the tangle of sheets.
He's still awake when morning dawns. He feels it more then sees; the no matter the world, the adage is still true: Firebenders rise with the sun.
He skulks through the halls at dawn; to fetch a bucket of water to wash with and soap and shampoo that he hopes hasn't gone rancid.
He's got to get clean.
