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 Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie
Pairing: Maiko
Sometimes, Zuko would wake up and have a thought that he'd rather be anywhere but in the palace. Be anyone but the Firelord. But more often than not, he'd rise, dress in formal attire, and sick the five pronged ornament in this hair, and head out, such thoughts sent off to wherever pushed off thoughts went.
It was rarely, that Zuko would dwell on such a thought, and sigh, grab his dao, dress in black and head out to run around the country side recuing damsels, or simply roughing it. Those times, he did enjoy. The freedom, the clean air, the anonymity…
But he'd always return. Silently and stealthily through his window, the same way he'd left, and find Mai there in his bed, fully dressed and just searching for a place to be closer to him.
He he'd smile sadly, brush her hair from her forehead, and crawl in next to her, glad to be back. Glad to be back with her.
She understood of course, his need to escape every so often the confines of his duties.
And then she'd wake up the next morning, and he'd smile, kissing her lips in apology and then holding her tight to show how much he'd missed her, and only her.