C A T H A R S I S
a world can't rebuild itself after all.
{maiko}
a/n: mai is my favorite a:tla character. i love maiko. this is self-explanatory. this'll be a set of drabbles. i don't know how often i'll update, but i'll take requests and i'll write when i'm in the mood and we'll see where this goes. some will be long, some will be short. it just depends. all will have a prompt though. or a theme.
drabble title: ghosts
word count: 208
pairing: MaiZuko
prompt: "they could hear whispers, but they took it in stride."
disclaimer: not even in my dreams...
ghosts
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Mai stood decorated before a riotous crowd, Zuko beside her. The throne lay behind them, underappreciated—they rarely sat. News was too exciting. Zuko would plop himself down on the ornate chair only to hop back up again when something troublesome or miraculous occurred. Naturally, Mai followed him as night follows day.
She frowned at the absurdity of it all.
Normally, the court was hauntingly empty, and the divine couple could hear the whispers of late dissenters, political opponents, and public enemies. They were the real ghosts of this place, even though Mai found an old stray hair of Ursa's under the seat cushion and Zuko wore Ozai's favored crown. Zuko told Mai of the people he watched burn to a crisp as a child. Azula saw more—Ursa usually covered Zuko's innocent eyes, and thus she became the disturbed one, locked away in a tower, begging screaming for her long-lost mother.
Now, the mob filled the space with complaints and threats and angry speeches. They wanted Zuko to make good on his word, to finally bring peace to the planet.
Zuko said he was trying. Mai said nothing.
The crowd was begging, realizing at once that their torches and flaming spirits were useless against Fire Nation royalty.
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