To everyone who didn't understand "Hands": apparently the 'hand check' is a Michigan thing. Basically, it entails someone screaming "hand check!" at a co-ed gathering, and every raises their hands. This is to make sure that nobody has their hands where they shouldn't be (i.e., someone else's pants). Got it:)
Prompt: #37 - Possession
Word Count: 198
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I'm on a roll tonight. I've got Ok Go and a keyboard. Don't try to stop me.
"It's from my mother," she explains patiently, fingering the necklace fondly. "It's all I have to remember her by, so it's very important to me. Understand?"
He doesn't really, and he says so.
"Everyone has one, some sort of keepsake that reminds them of home." She stares inquisitively at him. "You know, how Sokka has his boomerang from our father, and how Aang's glider reminds him of the airbenders?"
He shakes his head. He has none.
"Zuko," she says exasperatedly. "Don't you have anything that reminds you of home?"
"I don't have a home," he reminds her, though not unkindly. She walks away frowning.
- - -
He wakes up three days later to find a small but artfully-crafted pendant in the shape of a flame, made of wood and painted red. He picks it up gingerly, inspecting it with a vague combination of amusement and affection. Noticing that the carving is attached to a cord, he slips it over his head and lets it settle comfortably on his chest.
He tucks it under his shirt, feeling the pendant brush against his skin, and smiles as he thinks that perhaps he does have something to remember home by after all.
END.