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?

Comments

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Sixteen.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[...smile] Sixteen. I think you ought to be proud it's only taken you this long.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Really?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Really. I've seen it take centuries.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... I don't have that long.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

You need to act fast, then.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

I have a few weeks to prepare. That's all.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...Perhaps I can help.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

Unless you can manipulate fire or electricity, there isn't anything.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I can do very creative things with electricity, but I doubt that's what you meant. [raises eyebrows] I have managed to change a few worlds regardless, though.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... Change worlds?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Overthrowing tyrannical regimes is a bit of a hobby of mine.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[LOL HOW DELICIOUSLY IRONIC.]

... My father runs one.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[NOM NOM NOM

wry smile]

Difficult, that.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

... yeah.