[Room 103 - Apharsites]
Feb. 25th, 2006 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
princeinexileThe roar of the crowd swells, but it cannot drown out the voice.
You will fight for your honor.
His father is not a tall man none of them were, in the royal family. Zuko approaches his height now, and may yet exceed it. Still, he crouches in the firelight, on
his knees, hands to the dueling platform, forehead briefly kissing the warm stone befoer he looks up, daring to show his face.
I meant no disrespect! I am your loyal son!
But there is no placation. Ozai is a storm, the irresitable force.
Stand and fight!
He does not remember looking at anywhere but the ground and Ozai, but Zuko's mind tells him that Iroh is watching, and Zhao and his sister too. They're all watching him.
He knows the words, despitee the fact that roar of fire consumes his hearing, and he jerks back thrashing-- out of the covers, smacking his arm against something, and startles himself awake. Cold sweat on his skin, Zuko blinks his eyes, trying to see, before he cups his hand, a flame coaxed into existance.
It is a cold, small room. Not the hot iron walls of the ship, but the strange alien apartments of the dead world. He sat there for a moment as his breath calmed, and looked about this unfamiliar place.
He should never have spoken of Father with his uncle.
He kicked out of his covers, extinguished the flame, and rose to pace the halls, double check the building, and walk the perimeter. There'd be no more sleep tonight.
You will fight for your honor.
His father is not a tall man none of them were, in the royal family. Zuko approaches his height now, and may yet exceed it. Still, he crouches in the firelight, on
his knees, hands to the dueling platform, forehead briefly kissing the warm stone befoer he looks up, daring to show his face.
I meant no disrespect! I am your loyal son!
But there is no placation. Ozai is a storm, the irresitable force.
Stand and fight!
He does not remember looking at anywhere but the ground and Ozai, but Zuko's mind tells him that Iroh is watching, and Zhao and his sister too. They're all watching him.
He knows the words, despitee the fact that roar of fire consumes his hearing, and he jerks back thrashing-- out of the covers, smacking his arm against something, and startles himself awake. Cold sweat on his skin, Zuko blinks his eyes, trying to see, before he cups his hand, a flame coaxed into existance.
It is a cold, small room. Not the hot iron walls of the ship, but the strange alien apartments of the dead world. He sat there for a moment as his breath calmed, and looked about this unfamiliar place.
He should never have spoken of Father with his uncle.
He kicked out of his covers, extinguished the flame, and rose to pace the halls, double check the building, and walk the perimeter. There'd be no more sleep tonight.
