"dishonor" (zuko/katara, D, sound)
Title: dishonor
Author: little_fool
Claim: zuko/katara
Challenge: duality; lies
Chakra: sound
Prompt:
When he first joined their gang, it was nothing but silence. Upon being asked a query, a silent answer would follow, either through his golden eyes or a movement of his head. He would walk with his back straight, unflinching at the sound of an approaching enemy. And when the Avatar failed to follow instruction properly, he would simply give him an angry glare and walk away.
Those fools had no effect on him, whether they thought they did or not. Their words would not encourage him to befriend them, nor would their kind actions convince him to help around camp. Like the blind girl once said, “Let him carry his own weight, he’s the only firebender we know that’ll help Aang.”
He felt confident in his attempts to make them squirm. He would stare them down sometimes for personal enjoyment, and he’d allow himself to laugh softly to himself upon making the Water Tribe boy angry. (“Man, if you weren’t so precious to Aang, I’d kill you by now.”)
He got under their skin. Every one of them.
Up until he made physical contact with the older girl during one of their matches.
It was an accident, he would tell himself in the dark of the night as his eyelids drooped and recollections of the fight would flash through his head. The fight went on like it usually did, with sweat and grunts and yelps of pain, but this time there was a moment when he was caught off guard and fell. He fell down onto the bushes, with her on top of him, a smirk on her young face.
On any other occasion, she would gloat and laugh (oh that laugh that made him smile) and help him to his feet; but this time she stayed down, her face inches from his, her blue eyes looking straight into his.
He didn’t move despite the bough that dug into his back (of all the places to fall!). He wanted to stay there, looking at the face that he never really noticed. He wanted to feel the body that he never really fought, but rather, played with throughout their relationship.
Relationship, he scoffed, quietly disturbing the small fragments of sleep that had begun to grab onto him. There is no relationship, only that of allies, nothing more.
And yet, he recollects, she had stayed there with that smirk on her face fading into a soft smile. She likes this, he had concluded, and remained where he was. He looked at her features, and took note to remember every single blemish on her cheek and fleck of color on her eye; he even began to wonder what color her skin actually was.
He wondered if she was taking notice of these things on him too, or if she even cared.
And before he could continue to admire her tan skin, glistening slightly from sweat, he felt a pair of lips fall on his own, and for one single moment he forgot to breathe. His hands, however, got a life of their own, and floated to her waist where they pushed her against him in a sort of awkward hug among the bushes. His eyes then closed and his breathing began once more, taking in her exotic scent.
It wasn’t but a few moments later that she removed her lips from his, a quiet smack resounding softly in his ears (he will never forget that beautiful sound). She lifted her head and then her body, and the pain from the branch beneath him began to ache more; and he noted that his back would be swollen the next day (just like his heart was now).
She outstretched her hand and he took it gracefully, a small amount of shame settling into his prideful heart. He returned her smile, though not quite as pleasantly, and rubbed his back.
“That was quite a fall,” she said quietly, looking away, shame written all over her face in the form of a soft red tint.
He opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but his mind told him no. She’s not worth it, it scolded and he closed his lips and furrowed his brow. She’s not worth it.
And he wondered if lying to himself was dishonorable.
***
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Author: little_fool
Claim: zuko/katara
Challenge: duality; lies
Chakra: sound
Prompt:
When he first joined their gang, it was nothing but silence. Upon being asked a query, a silent answer would follow, either through his golden eyes or a movement of his head. He would walk with his back straight, unflinching at the sound of an approaching enemy. And when the Avatar failed to follow instruction properly, he would simply give him an angry glare and walk away.
Those fools had no effect on him, whether they thought they did or not. Their words would not encourage him to befriend them, nor would their kind actions convince him to help around camp. Like the blind girl once said, “Let him carry his own weight, he’s the only firebender we know that’ll help Aang.”
He felt confident in his attempts to make them squirm. He would stare them down sometimes for personal enjoyment, and he’d allow himself to laugh softly to himself upon making the Water Tribe boy angry. (“Man, if you weren’t so precious to Aang, I’d kill you by now.”)
He got under their skin. Every one of them.
Up until he made physical contact with the older girl during one of their matches.
It was an accident, he would tell himself in the dark of the night as his eyelids drooped and recollections of the fight would flash through his head. The fight went on like it usually did, with sweat and grunts and yelps of pain, but this time there was a moment when he was caught off guard and fell. He fell down onto the bushes, with her on top of him, a smirk on her young face.
On any other occasion, she would gloat and laugh (oh that laugh that made him smile) and help him to his feet; but this time she stayed down, her face inches from his, her blue eyes looking straight into his.
He didn’t move despite the bough that dug into his back (of all the places to fall!). He wanted to stay there, looking at the face that he never really noticed. He wanted to feel the body that he never really fought, but rather, played with throughout their relationship.
Relationship, he scoffed, quietly disturbing the small fragments of sleep that had begun to grab onto him. There is no relationship, only that of allies, nothing more.
And yet, he recollects, she had stayed there with that smirk on her face fading into a soft smile. She likes this, he had concluded, and remained where he was. He looked at her features, and took note to remember every single blemish on her cheek and fleck of color on her eye; he even began to wonder what color her skin actually was.
He wondered if she was taking notice of these things on him too, or if she even cared.
And before he could continue to admire her tan skin, glistening slightly from sweat, he felt a pair of lips fall on his own, and for one single moment he forgot to breathe. His hands, however, got a life of their own, and floated to her waist where they pushed her against him in a sort of awkward hug among the bushes. His eyes then closed and his breathing began once more, taking in her exotic scent.
It wasn’t but a few moments later that she removed her lips from his, a quiet smack resounding softly in his ears (he will never forget that beautiful sound). She lifted her head and then her body, and the pain from the branch beneath him began to ache more; and he noted that his back would be swollen the next day (just like his heart was now).
She outstretched her hand and he took it gracefully, a small amount of shame settling into his prideful heart. He returned her smile, though not quite as pleasantly, and rubbed his back.
“That was quite a fall,” she said quietly, looking away, shame written all over her face in the form of a soft red tint.
He opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but his mind told him no. She’s not worth it, it scolded and he closed his lips and furrowed his brow. She’s not worth it.
And he wondered if lying to himself was dishonorable.
***
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