"with the guys from the swamp as band members." The universe is not ready for that!
"I still cannot draw proper at all, in my opinion. But maybe I'll give it a nee try some day. I haven't give up all hope, but free time for practice is the biggest problem." I hear you on that. I have so many interests that it's hard for me to focus on one thing. I am very much that person who is exceptionally average at many things instead of being extraordinarily talented at just one.
"Even thing I like to do are sometimes a bit tricky. Sometimes it's only a thin red line between bored, frustrated and really pi**ed." That's very true lol.
"But guitar would also be my favourite. Or bass, but this is pretty close to a guitar." Tbh I wanted to learn to play the hurdy gurdy, but that's a no go because the cheapest one is over $1000 with at least $100 worth of shipping and handling.
"It's up to the artist, what he or she wanted to do with the gifts, given by nature. To know, that some of them are using it to spread out hate make me so sad and angry..." I guess it's their right though. But I won't be supporting a band who uses their talents to spread hate.
"I'll send you my try this evening. It's a quote from Friedrich Schiller, which is so fitting for it, in my opinion, so I need a bit to make a proper translation, which captures the right meaning." I can't wait to see what translation you come up with. :P
"But what I doesn't understand is the fact, that Baatar seems to be a free man. I had expected, that he would have been arrested, too." Okay, that actually pissed me off. Because I didn't get it either! Like, he and Kuvira were partners in crime and did pretty much the same thing. I think that the only reason he got off easy is literally because he is Suyin's son. Which adds another layer of awful because, supposedly, Kuvira was like a daughter to Su...
"And also Azula should think about, where she should put her focus and energy on." It's one of those things where Azula is confident, but she's also decently insecure. "Beside her singing and the time on stage, she manages the band, plans the tour, the new songs... in the end it seems to be all to much for her." She has a lot on her plate, but she doesn't like relinquishing control. "It was a fitting idea to compare the crowd with her former subjects." Thank you, I've been meaning to use that metaphor for a while now. "She is so exhausted, that she is forced to change some things on stage. She had to skipp the shoutings and switch roles with Zuko." Which disturbed her deeply lol. "Even Mai is worried about her, not only Zuko and TyLee." Yeah, they're all a little concerned. "Again I think, you have described the concert so well. And Azula's exhaustion. Nice job with this chapter." Thanks!
It is good to see the walls of Zaofu again. Kuvira watches Baatar embrace his mother, father, and siblings in turn. P'Li rolls her eyes at each drawn out hug. "This guy's too fluffy." She comments. Though Kuvira found Baatar's connection to his family to be rather enduring.
"Let him have his moment, P'Li." Ghazan remarked.
P'Li opened her mouth. But Kuvira speaks first, intending fully to stop that squabble before it can truly begin. "how about we ask Suyin where you guys will be rooming."
"I sleep where I want." Ming mutters. The woman refuses to sleep anywhere that isn't a couch. Kuvira sighs, deciding that she will let Suyin deal with that one.
The lady in question approaches her. "And how have you been, Kuvira?"
"Well enough, I suppose." Kuvira answers. Truth be told, she is exhausted. "That tour kept me busy."
"Baatar has been well?"
Kuvira nods, deciding to leave the petty disputes unspoken. "I wouldn't let anything happen to him, you know that." She thinks mostly back to the time when a hoard of fans managed to pull him off of the stage. That had been quite a night-one that ended with her in a cop car. She'd landed a few good punches, before they escorted her away. And Wrought Iron Machine had their first scandal. The first thing that had the general public declaring that, "this new type of music promotes violence and disharmony." Kuvira had to roll her eyes at that one, and at Ming who was thrilled to, once again, be a part of some sort of discord. Kuvira had been released the next morning with stern warnings not to stir up trouble again, as though she were the one who'd started it in the first place.
Suyin set a hand on Kuvira's shoulder. "I'll see all of you at dinner."
Kuvira makes her way down the hall. It has been so long since she'd seen this room. Suyin hasn't touched it. Her old posters still hung arranged in alphabetical order by band name. Her dancing shoes were still laying in front of the closet and her first guitar (though she hasn't actually learned to play any more than one song) still leaned in the corner. She sits on the edge of the bed, finding that the half-read book she'd left there hasn't been moved either. She thumbs through the pages until Baatar joins her on the bed. "When are we going to start the songwriting process?"
"Does tomorrow sound good to you?" She asks. For the time being she is fine with a little break. She trails her fingers over his chest. "I think that we've earned some time to ourselves." With a few hand gestures she metalbends the door's locks into place.
"I think that you might be right." He kisses her neck and follows her down to the mattress. She slips her hand under his shirt, tracing from his abdomen up as he runs his hands along her sides.
What is it that the magazines say; drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll. Clearly they have been missing out on one of the three.
Baatar unravels her braid as she pushes herself more firmly against him. They couldn't do this with P'Li, Ghazan, and Ming always present.
Another kiss or two and she has his shirt discarded, taking in abs that have only become more prominent since their tour began. He dips down and runs his tongue over the piercing on her navel.
Raava it has been so long, she had forgotten how enticing that was.
.oOo.
She wakes with her hair in tangles to the sound of the television. She untangled herself from the sheets and slips into her underwear and a tank top. "Good morning, Baatar."
"A good morning after a great night." He mumbles.
She combs her hair, trying to decide if she wants a shower or breakfast first. Eventually she settles on taking the shower, it is closer anyhow. Of course, she will have to comb her hair all over again. She doesn't know why she had bothered dressing upon waking. She thinks that it is mostly out of habit.
She emerges from the shower to see Baatar looking furiously at the television screen. Quietly she sits down next to him.
"And what was the inspiration for your song, Burn Away?"
The boy on the screen points at the scar on his face.
"How did that happen?" The interview questions.
In answer, the boy only folds his arms over his chest with a, "hmmph." So the interviewer turns to the girl. "When people look at you, I doubt that they expect you to have a voice like that." The man doesn't need to elaborate for Kuvira to know what he is referring to. The Fire Of Agni girl is such a small thing. Small and petite, and elegant. It is hard to imagine such harsh and powerful vocals coming from such a teeny body.
Her speaking voice is so smooth, "you're right, they don't."
Kuvira is almost curious as to how her clean singing would sound.
"Where did you learn to sing like that?" The man asks.
An expression, almost indistinguishable appears on her face. Something between pride and hurt. A smirk contrasted by a flicker of sorrow in her eyes. "At this point…" she pauses. "At this point, most people seem to know about…" another pause. "My stay at Lava Lakes."
Kuvira recalls hearing something or another about the former princess having been institutionalized, though she hasn't bothered to keep up with that story. As far as she is concerned, it's none of her business no more than it is the princess' business than she had been abandoned as a child.
The interviewer nods and the girl keeps talking. "Before that, I was on the ground screaming and breathing fire."
Kuvira can't suppress a shudder. There is something truly dark about know that the girl has learned of her talents through madness. It adds an almost haunting undertone to the more pained sounding songs.
She stands, deciding that breakfast is well overdue.
But the thoughts follow her. The notion that she and her band have directed so much hatred at a child who has already seen straitjackets and medication and a boy whose face had been charred.
If she hadn't already made the decision to drop their feud, she certainly has now.