A/n: I wuv Iroh! He's so awesome! Drabble.
Soft tendrils of water vapor curled innocently above a cup of simmering jasmine tea. A withered hand wrapped itself around the warm porcelain glass, lifting it from its perch on the table.
The man turned to watch the clouds outside the window roll lazily across the sky, the aged man smiled, sipping again from his cup before laying idle on sofa, ignoring the stacks of papers and spilt inks.
Iroh turned to look at a picture of his nephew and his wife, smiling as he remembered the birth of their first child. The simple life was quite the grand one.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed.