Day 4: Flame

"This was your idea."

"No, it was yours."

"You know what? Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere." Ursa stood up, crossing her arms and walking across the cave.

"If it wasn't your idea, or my idea, how did we get here?" He questioned, glaring at her and crossing his arms as well. They were like stubborn children even though they were adults.

Suddenly it dawned on Ursa. "I believe your brother might have been the one to suggest it…"

"Bastard." Ozai cursed, hitting a fist against the wall of the natural rocky structure. "It would be Iroh."

"Harsh words for your only sibling." She had none so she tended to be more defensive, thinking the two should work out their issues if possible.

"He's a manipulative bastard. You shouldn't defend him so often."

The princess rolled her eyes at him and sighed frustratedly. "I don't deny that he can be manipulative if he desires to be, but he is genuinely kind sometimes. You should take that into consideration more." Though she had to wonder how manipulative he was this time in suggesting this trip.

"Mind your own business."

"This IS my business."

"No, it is mine! He's my brother, NOT yours. And I am your husband. Not him. Remember that." He growled at her fiercely.

"And I am your wife." She reminded him, turning back around. "We are married. Your family is my family. So it is my business thank you very much." That got them no where as she stood, looking out towards the front of the cave. It wasn't a very deep structure, not going too far in. But it did enough to shelter them from the storm that began while they were out.

"Women…" Ozai muttered as she stood there, watching, seemingly lost in thought.

Silence continued to echo throughout the cave as neither spoke, both displeased with the other. That is, until Ozai noticed her shivering.

He sighed and immediately lit a fire, using the little wood they had there as kindling to keep it going. The prince walked forward and led her back to where the flames danced around, creating shadows on the walls. "Sit here and stay warm. I don't know how long it will last but it should keep you warm for now."

Ursa nodded, putting her hands out to be warmed as well. "Thank you…"

"It is just fire. Nothing difficult for me."

As the flames danced in front of her, she couldn't help but think the gesture meant something. But what? That was still to be determined.

Apparently I'm in a crack-ish mindset and can't write something serious right now. Which is ironic. But nonetheless…enjoy! It didn't turn out as crackish as I imagined it would. Awesome. Onto the depressing shit…