#honormarred

// The washing out definitely has to do with the lighting of the scene in that particular scenario. Green lighting (and occasionally the weird blue lighting with other scenes that I've run into) will do that.

It had taken him so much time to approach the teashop; he doesn’t want to linger outside and draw any unnecessary attention to himself, but his mind still whirls. The last time he and his father had been near Ba Sing Se they had been focused on tearing down its walls. He could see the Outer Wall after they had broken through, could still remember the way they had all celebrated it as a victory---the sheer horror and power of it all.

Now the man that had planned and lead the attack was brewing tea in the Upper Ring.

He had been hanging around for days, waiting for a good moment to go in. They had closed and Zuko ( he had grown so much ) had gone off somewhere, he hoped it would be easier to handle them one at a time, so he slips through the doors quietly. He can’t help but shake his head when he finally speaks up, unable to force himself smile at another of his father’s stories.

The man in front of him looked like an entirely different person than when they had last seen each other; his eyes needed to adjust to the father in front of him---the one that is older and grey-haired. He takes a few steps forward, but like Iroh, he stops. Lu Ten finds himself unsure of what to say now that they’re face-to-face. His eyes drift to the other employee, just for a moment; he can’t remember the last time someone called him by his name. It’s an odd sound, especially hearing it come from his father, a voice he was so sure he would never hear again.

The silence builds between them and his gaze once again falls to the young man standing behind his father. “ Could we have a moment alone, please ? ” He’s surprised at how steady his voice sounds because he feels uneasy inside. He waits a moment for the worker to excuse himself before stepping closer.

Lu Ten had felt many things towards his father, but fear had not been one of them, so why was he so afraid to step forward and wrap his arms around him now ? They had hugged before. Many times---more times than he had ever even seen his uncle smile at his cousins. The two of them had always been the odd ones in their family, sharing hugs and smiles and laughter.

                    @honormarred​​ “Shall I put on a pot of tea?” { Iroh }

                                 ❝ TEA sounds pretty good right now, actually.❞

       ESPECIALLY if it was made from IROH. Having still remembered the first time he had ever made her tea. Not only had it been DELICIOUS but he had offered some excellent advice when she had needed it most. A man made of wisdom and kindness. 

what is ONE THING you like about the way I play my character? @honormarred

   It made her flinch, just perceptibly, to remember that day and think on another with a scar, a visible sign of the harm inflicted by the Fire Nation. She had not thought on the young man in a while, trying to remember that men—when they left—never returned.

   Yet, as if she had summoned him, he stood before her and she almost let out a yell, one hand still gripped at her leg, as she cast her eyes up to him.  “ Lee? Is that you?  I didn’t think I’d see you again.”   it’s practically surreal have him here in front of her. Men don’t come back…it was just a truth she carried since childhood. 

  ❝ YEAH, that happens a LOT. You’d be surprised how often people forget I can’t exactly SEE like you guy’s do. ❞

     Sure she could SEE in a manner of speaking but it wasn’t in the same manner that the rest of the gang could. She could see shapes, what things were, a human body, the pulse of their heart, but not details. Even his face was a MYSTERY to her. 

    For the most part, the only DETAILS about the hung paintings she could sense was the rough texture against the wall. 

     It’s not like this had been her idea. Sure she could have easily decided to stay back at the abandoned home they now called a hideout but somehow that just made her feel worse. Just because she came here knowing damn well she wouldn’t be seeing any artwork doesn’t mean she isn’t going to COMPLAIN about it. 

                              ❝ I still don’t get where you are taking me, SPARKY. ❞

There’s always a part of him that wants to respond in biting bitterness, in a wave of explosive anger, he’s found himself fraught with warring emotions, the grass stalk is out of his mouth and he nearly crushes it between his fingers. Idly, he wonders if he should feel worry at the numbness washing over him, possibly a lingering side effect of those gaps in his memories from being taken beneath that cold, dark lake.