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    Zuko goes into exile with a scar, a mission, and a wife.

    The girl wears ill fitted ceremonial silks. She is too thin, with jutting bones and hollowed eyes. Dirt smudges her cheek. Her lower lip has a healing split in it. Gaudy as her finery is, she wears it like prisoner’s rags.

    All of this Zuko registers in the time it takes him to reach the dais and bow. Every muscle aches with the remembrance of what happened the last time he knelt before Father. This time there is no begging, no roar of the crowd, no burning. Still—Zuko’s grateful to stand once more.

    Slipping into soldier’s parade rest, he waits for what will come next, all too aware of the girl’s defiant body next to his.

    “I am told that this is Katara of the Southern Water Tribe,” Father says, cruel amusement oiling his words. The phrasing makes the girl sound like a thing. “The last waterbender of their pathetic tribe.” Flames conceal all but his shadow, yet Zuko knows from long experience the exacting blade of his father’s smirk. The smirk he must surely wear now. Because he has built up his insult and now he lets it fall. “Your bride.”

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    08 Jun 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    "She takes his hand, turns it palm up and drops the ankh charm there. ‘When a symbol calls to you, you should never ignore it. There are forces in this world stronger than thoughts; you would be wise to let them guide you from time to time.’

    That makes him furrow his brow. ‘Forces? You mean like magic?’

    ‘Maybe.’

    ‘I don’t believe in magic.’

    ‘I know.’ She winks at him and turns back to the oven, fishing a tea towel from her apron pocket. With the ease of one who has done so a thousand times before, she slides a tray of golden brown sourdough free and sets it on the cooling shelf.

    No, he doesn’t believe in magic, but there is something about her… And that, he believes in."

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    Running his uncle's bakery is stranger than Zuko could have expected, especially when the woman he hires to share the workload speaks in a long dead language, conflates science and magic, and knows more about him than she has any right to.

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    14 Nov 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 38

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    ‘Are you— Just to clarify, you’re asking me if I want to get into your car and go stay the night in your flat on the outskirts of town?’

    ‘I realise how shady it sounds.’

    Her eyebrows are raised so high they’re practically sitting at her hairline, but there’s something that he thinks might be amusement starting to brighten her face.

    ‘Kinda, yeah.’

     

    Katara's in a bind, and Zuko offers to help out. It's not a big deal, right?

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    14 Nov 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    The specter of Prince Zuko lingers, and is dispelled.

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    09 Oct 2021

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    There is something inevitable about them; like the certainty of the sun in the morning and the moon and all her stars at night.

    After all is said in done, how will history tell their stories?

    (Set after the One Hundred Year War and the years following.)

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    04 May 2021