Title: It's All the Masquerade
Prompt: #063 Mischievous
Notes: More FLUFF. W00t. Takes place during The Ember Island Players. Hehe. Wow. Not that good, in my opinion, but yeah, it needs to be put out at some point. XD
It's All the Masquerade
It's a play. A really, really bad play. Not that he should have expected anything else, this is the same troupe that slaughters Love Among the Dragons every year. Still, he expected something at least a little better. Still, he sucks it up and watches it with as few complaints as he can, because the others are definately complaining enough to fill his quota. It's going fine, dandy, peachy, etc. It really is.
And then Jet dies. "Did…Jet just die?" Beside him, Katara lets out a little half-whine, half-whimper. It's almost covered by Sokka's flippant, "It was very unclear." which probably points to Sokka being over Jet's possible death. Or something. Not that anyone else seems that concerned either. Zuko glances back over at Katara, who seems to have taken his question badly. (The only one who did.) For whatever reason. (Maybe that whole romance scene with the village flooding earlier has something to do with it?)
Gently he slides his hand over to tap her fingers with his. Not quite a hand hold, because they aren't there just yet (even if they are charging headlong toward it at a speed that would be frightening if he weren't so enamored with her). But it's comfort, comfort offered despite the quietly sick feeling of jealousy that swells at the thought of her and Jet. It's good. She glances up at him. He smiles. She smiles. It's disgustingly cute. (It sucessfully squashes the quietly sick jealousy.)
"I have to admit Prince Zuko, I really find you attractive."
Zuko must say that this is disgustingly awkward. (They aren't there yet, after all.)
(But, they sort of grin at each other after they get over the awkward-schooch-away...maybe they're not there yet, but there's always tomorrow.)