@tohdoroki: you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. [richard siken sentences.]
it’s become routine for you: under cover of nightfall & moonglow, you found comfort in eachother’s presence. it soothed you, calmed the raging dissonance betwixt head & heart, eased the calamity that swelled with vicious force in the busky of your chest. your spine had threatened to bend & break under the weight of your choices, actions made with misguided loyalty to a nation & figurehead that knew only cruelty. you begged for a lifeline, an anchor & he had obliged, but taking his hand meant falling deeper into something you don’t quite have a name for yet.
“ i am sorry, shōto. there was ... a matter i had to take care of. something uncle needed me to see. ” he had shed a light on the war that consumed you from within. avatar roku & sozin’s bloodline converging into one, your legacy was made to be one of anguish from the moment breath found your lungs.
q. does understanding the origins of your nature make it any easier to breathe? does it help you realise what needs to be done in order to take your first steps down the right path toward honor?
“ will i see you tonight? ” you reach to curl your fingers around his wrist & your skin prickles where it brushes against his. like you’re trying to hold the sun in your palms. you wonder, silently, if he blazes the same as you. an exhale passes your lips long & slow, the touch ending as quickly as it came. you had ought to know better than to make homes out of people by now. “ i won’t be late. ”
a. defying your father is not what fears you, you only ache imagining a path without shō by your side.