(Ok so like 3 months ago I reread some of my favorite ATLA fics so basically Mist, Illusion, and Mutual Understanding, and was motivated to write this. And today I decided to post it. Really, it's nothing much. But Enjoy!)
There was something so enticing about the aroma radiating from the petite teashop. Spice and colorful herb mixtures filled the air as far away as a block from the actual shop. A young man walked inside, his crystal blue eyes gazing at the cozy interior filled with joyous customers holding cups of steaming tea and others patiently waiting in the horrendously long line for their fix of the famous brew.
Through the throngs of people, the boy with the eyes cut from icebergs saw someone familiar. A man with a disturbing scar and a depressing life story, the one and only banished prince. He grimaced upon the realization and avoided looking at the unsightly figure. If he was being honest with himself he wouldn't call the prince an "unsightly figure" but maybe more along the lines of a "handsome young lad" or maybe a "steaming beefcake" if he was being especially true to his innermost thoughts. But those thoughts would remain innermost, as the young boy had a weak sense of masculinity and was disturbed about the thoughts of acting upon these carnal desires.
Unable to fight his urge to steal another glance at the handsome prince, he discreetly shifted his gaze, only to see said prince staring at him with his mouth agape in a rather indiscreet manner.
"Sokka?" the prince asked softly, his good eye shimmering like amber in the golden rays of the sunset. The blue eyed boy, or Sokka, widened his eyes in surprise and walked up to the beautiful prince without question, although he would later claim that he wasn't drawn to the man but instead resisting the urge to rip his eyes out.
"Zuko," Sokka said softly, his eyes gently slipping shut as the thoughts of the horrible things he did to his family faded and reappeared with shocking speed. The allure of the other man was as strong as the tea wafting through the air, and just as intoxicating. He knew that he should run away from the dangerous figure, yet the ripening fruit of forbidden love looked so sweet and juicy.
He opened his eyes and took a step away from his no doubt ultimate demise.
"Nice seeing you," he quickly lied, turning on his heel and away from the aromatic shop and its far too attractive patrons. A close call with the prickly thorns of the black rose known as Zuko was an unwelcome wake up call and Sokka chose to ignore the tinges his heart felt through the duration. But since that was over, it was time for big boy thoughts.
Where to go for tea now?
