#008 Future
Author: Foxfire_Inari
Prompt: #008 Future
Title: Not so Tough
Word Count: 288
Rating: G
Summary: Katara and Zuko bond over remembrances of the last council.
Author's Notes: Friendship!Zutara. This was actually inspired by a weekly perfection prompt for dokuga_contest .
Warm candlelight flickered throughout the small study and reflected off the polished wood paneled walls. Steam rose lazily from a squat tea kettle and a set of small cups that sat surrounded by small dishes of half eaten food in the middle of the low lying table. Two figures lounged at the table, one across from the other, each momentarily lost to their own thoughts. The man, the newly appointed Fire Lord, gave an indelicate snort that drew the attention of his companion. A small smile bloomed across Katara’s face as a delicate brow rose inquisitively.
“What? Are you thinking of the looks on you Generals’ faces when you told them you would not be commissioning any new war ships?” she queried.
“My advisors’ reactions to the news of a peace treaty with Earth Kingdom, actually,” he responded with a low chuckle. “If all my councils are that amusing, being Fire Lord won’t be so tough after all.” Zuko slouched over even more with the force of the laughter he’d kept in check through the meeting.
The Water Tribes’ ambassador’s mouth twitched. “Or, when you mentioned your plans to help rebuild the Air Temples?” Zuko just laughed harder and Katara grinned at his open display of amusement as at the thought of his advisors’ chins hitting the floor collectively.
Once his mirth faded, Katara whispered, “Zuko, you know it won’t be easy. Your people, especially your advisors and your military, have held on to their beliefs for one hundred years.” Zuko sobered immediately.
“I know.” His hand cautiously slid over her smaller one. “But, perhaps, it won’t be so hard.” They shared a tentative smile before Katara started to giggle.
“Can we bring Momo to the next council?”
X-posted at zutara100
Prompt: #008 Future
Title: Not so Tough
Word Count: 288
Rating: G
Summary: Katara and Zuko bond over remembrances of the last council.
Author's Notes: Friendship!Zutara. This was actually inspired by a weekly perfection prompt for dokuga_contest .
Warm candlelight flickered throughout the small study and reflected off the polished wood paneled walls. Steam rose lazily from a squat tea kettle and a set of small cups that sat surrounded by small dishes of half eaten food in the middle of the low lying table. Two figures lounged at the table, one across from the other, each momentarily lost to their own thoughts. The man, the newly appointed Fire Lord, gave an indelicate snort that drew the attention of his companion. A small smile bloomed across Katara’s face as a delicate brow rose inquisitively.
“What? Are you thinking of the looks on you Generals’ faces when you told them you would not be commissioning any new war ships?” she queried.
“My advisors’ reactions to the news of a peace treaty with Earth Kingdom, actually,” he responded with a low chuckle. “If all my councils are that amusing, being Fire Lord won’t be so tough after all.” Zuko slouched over even more with the force of the laughter he’d kept in check through the meeting.
The Water Tribes’ ambassador’s mouth twitched. “Or, when you mentioned your plans to help rebuild the Air Temples?” Zuko just laughed harder and Katara grinned at his open display of amusement as at the thought of his advisors’ chins hitting the floor collectively.
Once his mirth faded, Katara whispered, “Zuko, you know it won’t be easy. Your people, especially your advisors and your military, have held on to their beliefs for one hundred years.” Zuko sobered immediately.
“I know.” His hand cautiously slid over her smaller one. “But, perhaps, it won’t be so hard.” They shared a tentative smile before Katara started to giggle.
“Can we bring Momo to the next council?”
X-posted at zutara100