Snowflakes Bring Nostalgia
Jan. 4th, 2021 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You know, sometimes things get you in funny places. Today, Zuko's not avoiding the snow and cold, though he is quite bundled against it, with a hot cup of something between his mittened palms. Maybe he's just soaking up the scant sunlight here, or maybe he's having some nostalgia fueled delirium.
"Remember that one time," he says to himself as he watches the snow fall, dusting the railing of the back porch. "Katara threatened me. One slip up, and my destiny would be over -- permanently. Like, she meant it. She did, too. I believed her."
He inhales cold wet air and breathes out plumes of steam.
"Good times, good times."
Amused by his own wandering throughts, he lapses into silence and sips his drink, watching the snow fall from within his furred hood.
"Remember that one time," he says to himself as he watches the snow fall, dusting the railing of the back porch. "Katara threatened me. One slip up, and my destiny would be over -- permanently. Like, she meant it. She did, too. I believed her."
He inhales cold wet air and breathes out plumes of steam.
"Good times, good times."
Amused by his own wandering throughts, he lapses into silence and sips his drink, watching the snow fall from within his furred hood.