almost like a fairytale
ZukoJin
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He's like a Prince Charming — or maybe she's something like a princess? — in her book filled with cramped writing and crossed out dreams, and she likes the five seconds of something with him, a nanosecond of maybelove.
It's only later when news reaches her ears of the new Fire Lord that she finally gets around to wondering where he went.
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She's like a nobody, — nothing but a night in Ba Sing Se, he tells himself, convinced he couldn't get back to where the two of them were for four hours — a wispy memory, but he still likes to cling to fountains and his uncles infernal gossiping that led to something more.
He thinks about her constantly, her with her green clothes and her laughing eyes and her lips, but he never tries to find her, even with all the power he could possibly want.
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Finally, he picks himself up and goes down to the lower circle in Ba Sing Se, back to the little tea shop where everything started, and she's sitting there, where he first saw her, staring into a cup of tea and saying nothing, while the owner of the tea shop blanches and bows low, wondering when his tea server went and became the Fire Lord.
She looks up then, eyes just like they were before he left, and sees the scar and runs to him — him with his Fire Lord clothes and crown, hair up — and it's like the end scribbled out in crayon, all over the place.
(they both know it could never last, but enjoy it all the same.)