Walls

by 69Moans

His body was a prison. Sometimes Zuko wished he could morph, into someone new, someone made up, someone anonymous, to start over and look at the world through new eyes. Ones less jaded and cynical. Pairings varry.

4. We are golden

i dont' own Atla.

short drabbles written to music. i hope you like them. updated when i have writer's block and time to write.

Written to We are Golden by Mika

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They didn't know. Not really, who he was. And that was all that kept Zuko from turning around. They knew a part of him. The ugly part that yelled and chased, punched fire ruthlessly in attempt to capture (though never to kill, he hated killing.)

But truly, he was golden. He was loyal and honest, always trying his hardest, giving his all and committing himself fully. Maybe he had been tarnished during his desperate years at sea (and who wouldn't become bitter given a hopeless task?). But he wasn't what they thought he was. He was everything they couldn't dream he was. Golden as the sun and just as true.