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[burning-through.livejournal.com]

It's hard to understand this castle.

The last time this happened, we were at the north pole. He was my prize. He was what I deserved after going through everything that I had, all of it leading up to that night.

He was my prisoner, and that was all that mattered. Everything seemed to fall into place even if it was an awkward fit. I didn't care about that. As long as I had in my grasp the one thing that brought me from someone of shame and failure to someone with success and glory, I would have walked through that snowstorm a hundred times over if it meant that acceptance.

And in the future, at that moment in time, I thought that I could watch lightning bolts spark through his body a hundred times over because it meant that I was going home. It meant that everything did fall into place, everything was secured when the lights went out, and there was nothing left to be that beacon of light everyone considered him. Then, I would have loved to know for certain it was all coming true for me.

And here we are now. In the midst of everyone telling me what I am to become, I find myself not exploiting the advantages I've been given. Is it because of their words? Is it because of my conscience?

Will I look back at this moment and think that I would do this a hundred times over just because it was the right thing to do?


[and Zuko's journal's left cracked open just enough for him to be heard talking to... something? someone? it is hard to tell.]

Eat it. Come on.

[there's a sound of porridge slapping against the floor as Zuko attempts an undisclosed act. after a few moments, he sighs loudly, reaching over to set the bowl in his hands onto his journal, shutting it for now.]

Comments

[communicated.livejournal.com]

[ what's wrong Zuko, getting frustrated with your lifesize Avatar doll? ]

[burning-through.livejournal.com]

[having someone you've been conditioned to be obsessed over right in front of you is something that's going to cause a whole lot of inner conflict, to say the least.]

[communicated.livejournal.com]

[ but it squeaks when you poke it! ...Okay maybe not, but there's a Momo who's totally willing to nom on that porridge ]

[burning-through.livejournal.com]

[hey, here's hoping he has half a mind to lick up that big glob that just hit the floor. Zuko's already frustrated. it seems easier than having to watch those toddlers, but really, if he had the experience last month, this would all go so much smoother with the feeding and what have you...]

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[burning-through.livejournal.com]

[...oh shit.]

Petsitting.

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

Petsitting what?

[burning-through.livejournal.com]

Tribbles.

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

What a waste of time.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[scoffs]

You don't sound like you're having much luck there.

Parker

[burning-through.livejournal.com]

[hey, someone that considered him a friend. maybe he could ask for some help with... this.]

I need to ask you something.

Zuko

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She's taken aback a bit.]

Oh. Uh, yeah. What do you want, kid?