A scene from Honey, You’re Familiar by JustGettingBy ( @snailwriter )
“Zuko!” Sokka calls.
Once again, Zuko’s sinking to his knees in the prison, but for a different reason this time. He presses his hand to his temple and winces—there’s no wound, no cut, no lump. But his head aches all the same. Fireworks of pain explode in his mind.
The world swirls.
The fireworks become real—colour bursts across the sky. And Zuko is warm, but pleasantly so, not overheated and covered in sweat and stuck to his damp underclothes.
“This is beautiful,” a voice says. Zuko wants to turn, wants to look at the source of the voice but his head doesn’t obey.
And, as quickly as it started, the whole scene burns away, curling up in the smoke of Zuko’s mind until only darkness remains.
