third flame [have you got it in you?]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko sits on the top of the theater with his uneven gold gaze trained on the stars. Most of him has disappeared beneath a floor-length red robe with gold lining the hood. His knees are pulled to his chest, hands cradling some small, ornamental object. He doesn't know what the constellations mean. He doesn't care. All he knows is that his destiny is coming fast upon him, and he can't run anymore. Didn't he say he was going to stop running?

A soft sigh, and he draws into himself more, just pale skin and robe and frown.]

How can he tell me that and expect me to just... I can't... I'm not...

... Uncle... why does it have to be me?

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[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko just makes more of a ball.]

I don't want to think about anything right now.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

It's good for that too. [Looking up at the stars now.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Good. [Back to one and two-word responses, it looks like. For once, Zuko isn't telling people to get lost. As long as they're quiet and not too nosy, he can think about what he's going to do next.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Continues his ramble around the roof, looking up at the stars~ If Zuko should, by chance, see his expression, it's not exactly happy with the world at the moment.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[That makes two of them.]

Um... did I... take your thinking place?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Looks over at him in surprise.] Huh?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... You look mad... and you said this was something you brought here, so... uh...

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Shrug] It's a big roof. Not mad at you.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... okay. [And he settles into his little corner again, running his thumbs over the little gold crown in his lap.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

You royalty or something? I know a princess who goofs around here a lot. [Sits down on the edge of the roof, giving Zuko his space.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Yeah.

[Zuko, stop sulking. That's not very princelike.]

I'm a prince.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Scratches his head.] Well, sorry 'bout that.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Sorry?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Shrug] The prince thing.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... You're right. If I wasn't a prince, my destiny would be different.

But it's my destiny now. I have to do something.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Stretches] Destiny... It's sort of shit, huh?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Ew, language. Zuko doesn't answer for a while.]

... Yeah.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Zuko. He's not the politest person in the world--Angela can tell you. |D]

Firo. I'm Firo, I mean.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[It's okay. Zuko isn't any better with manners, though he's going to try from now on.]

... Oh. I'm... Zuko. Prince of the Fire Nation.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Leans over and holds out his hand for a handshake, and then realizes Zuko might not know what he's doing.] Oh. Uh.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Handshake? Wtf is that? He turns toward Firo a little, holds his fist against his other flat palm and bows slightly. Manners!]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Clumsily imitates.] So you don't do handshakes either, huh?

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

I... guess not.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

S' weird. This place is.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Yeah.