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Hearts made of glass
Synopsis: In which Zuko finds himself regretting his decisions.
Word count: 1.1k
A/N ~ THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON! This is what i mean when i tell you to send me requests. I love you so much anon, we're married now. MWAH!
The sounds of screaming have never been unknown to Zuko's ears. Everywhere he's gone screams have followed. It's not entirely his fault. No, of course not. Even when he's being nice, it's his damn title that causes people to cower. Whoever he is as a person be damned.
He finds peace in the midst of the chaos. Finds himself able to concentrate better. He's always thrived at that, thanks to his uncle.
Everything was on fire.
He needs to breathe. He needs to find his center before he runs into anything. But then he hears it.
Of course he's used to screams, of course he's used to shrieks of horror and sorrow and agony.
But hearing his partner's cry for help was different. He didn't care about his fucking center, or his chakras, or whatever the hell it was Iroh told him to look for within himself. He couldn't even remember right now.
His feet moved faster than his brain could comprehend, and before he knew it, he was running into the plumes of smoke that coated the sky like a thick fog.
Everything was on fire.
He felt as though his heart was melting. The way glass melts against fire. His entire chest was burning, practically eating him from the inside out.
He couldn't see through all of the smoke, his blazing ember eyes squinting against the blackened skies.
He hears it again. Their call. Their call for him. His feet moved faster as he raced in the direction he heard the sound come from.
Everything was on fire.
And he saw them. Surrounded by five Fire Nation soldiers, he saw them. Their water pouch was empty, their eyes were wide and fearful, and their hands were trembling.
The hands Zuko loves to hold so much. The hands Zuko lets trace over his scar, the hands he kisses before bed, the hands he warms in the cooler seasons. Oh, how they're trembling like a leaf.
He makes a move to go forward, but immediately gets tugged back by a hand grasping his shoulder. He turns to see the familiar wolf-tail.
Sokka.
"Don't go, yet. Toph's grabbing Suki, then it'll be an even fight," Sokka says, his hand squeezing Zuko's shoulder reassuringly.
Zuko only glares at the water tribe boy. "They could be dead by then."
"It's better to wait," Sokka tightens his hold. "than to go in blazing."
"Fine. Fine, we'll wait," Zuko agrees, though reluctantly.
He can hear the Fire Nation soldiers mocking his partner, trying to rile them up, trying to get information out of them.
He can hear them threatening his love. Zuko has to turn away from the sight, unable to stand it any longer. Spirits, where are Toph and Suki?
"Come on, just tell us where the prince is. Fire Lady Azula wants to know," one says, his voice rough and gravelly.
Another pipes up from beside the first soldier, his voice higher pitched, almost squeaky, "C'mon. Tell us where the fuckin' prince is."
Zuko can feel his anger bubbling over. He's never been good at controlling his rage. His hands feel hot, just itching to go over there and wipe out every single one of the soldiers. But he relents, opting to trust Sokka's plan.
And oh, how he regrets that...
Everything was on fire.
Zuko's vision was blurring at the edges, his ears ringing as Sokka was speaking unintelligible nothings into his ears. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Like a weight was being pressed down on his chest, forcing his heart to stop beating.
The loud swoosh of fire was still echoing in his mind, bouncing off the walls of his brain. Your pained, tortured scream of pain filled his eardrums until nothing else could penetrate them.
His love, his life, his future. All of it came crumbling down into the pit of fire that roared in his stomach. He felt angry. He couldn't tell who he was angry at, though.
Maybe it was the soldiers. The ones who were all still surrounding his love's now limp body. Maybe it was Sokka. He was the one who made Zuko wait it out. Or maybe he was angry at himself. An anger that never quite seemed to relent. An anger that's always just ate at him and ate at him, never quite stopping.
His madness always did seem to have an insatiable appetite. But his partner was always there to catch him when he fell.
Well, here he was. Falling. And now he had nobody to catch him.
Everything was on fire.
He could vaguely make out Sokka's yells behind him. Telling him to stop, most likely. That killing wasn't what Aang wanted them to do.
Well what the fuck did Aang know? Aang knew nothing of the wrath that consumed Zuko to the very bone. That filled his soul and spilled over into his shattered heart as the sound of your scream.
The sound he could've stopped if Sokka had just let him.
But no, he was told to wait. And like a goddamn fool, he did. He waited, and the love of his life died, and he will never forgive anyone for that.
His heart shattered. The pieces rigid and sharp at the edges. He felt as though tiny shards of his glass heart were stabbing into his flesh. Stabbing and stabbing until he could feel no more. Until his insides went numb.
And that was it. He was truly numb.
He was numb while he set ablaze ever one of those soldiers. And he was numb while he watched them all flail around like idiots.
He was numb while every one of them burned to a crisp and then some. And he was numb while Sokka backed away from him when he turned to look at him.
He slowly walked over to where his love lied limp. Skin cold to the touch, but not in their usual way. Not in their usual "I'm from the South Pole, of course i'm colder than you." way.
Their skin was not how he remembered it. Where it was once full and soft, it was now burned or bruised.
He would never forgive himself for this outcome. Not himself, not Sokka, not his father for creating this mess, not Azula for looking for him, not Aang for disappearing all that time instead of stopping the war earlier.
His chest was ripped open, his heart was shattered, his head felt empty. There was a dull ache in his chest as his gaze swept over his love's body. He felt sick, and heartbroken, and he couldn't move. The tears stung as they rolled down his cheeks, but he paid them no mind.
He held his love's body closer.
Everything was on fire.
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kind of a side thought from a couple of my posts about writing but I think it deserves its own post, so here goes:
when youâre writing a conflict between two characters or factions of characters, you need to consider whether their disagreement over the premise or over the methods. put another way: do they disagree on the problem or the solution?
this is a genuinely tricky thing to identify, especially in very complex narratives, so letâs do some very simple examples.
the situation: pacifist nation X is about to be invaded by empire Y. the laws and cultural practices of the Xians make violence and death so abhorrent that even accidental death is as minimized as possible. the Ylings, on the other hand, are totally cool with straight up murder and think diplomacy is for wimps, but are also pragmatic enough that they wonât waste troops if they donât need to. the king of X calls in his council and asks for their opinions.
character A: It is more noble to die for oneâs beliefs than to live having broken them. We should allow the Ylings to invade us and if we die, we die.
character B: If all life is sacred, then our lives are also sacred. We must fight back against the Ylings, even though that means weâd be committing violence.
A and B agree on premise but not solution: they both acknowledge that the Yling invasion is a bad thing that will lead to their deaths if unopposed and that the nonviolence code is important; what they disagree on is priorities and methods.
character C: We should invite them into our nation as honored guests. Maybe theyâll spare us or at least kill us more mercifully.
character D: We should propose an alliance and intentional annexation in exchange for our lives. Being part of the Yling Empire is a pretty sweet deal, actually.
C and D agree on solution but not premise: theyâre both okay with just letting the empire walk in and invade, but C thinks the invasion would be a bad thing and is just trying to minimize the damage, and D thinks it would be a good thing and wants to maximize the rewards.
character E: We should fight the Ylings and stay a sovereign nation; the nonviolence code is stupid and holding us back.
character D: We shouldnât fight the Ylings and try to be peacefully part of their empire instead; weâd be true to our code and reap the rewards of an alliance.
E and F disagree on both premise and solution.
Now, all possible permutations of this argument are fine. âIs this the best way to solve the problem?â and âWhat actually is the problem?â are both great sources of conflict. Captain America: The Winter Soldierâs entire plot is an argument over the methods to prevent death and crime, but everyone agrees that crime is bad; one of Zukoâs big character development moments is when he realizes that the problem with the world isnât the other nations ungratefully rejecting the prosperity and unity offered by the Fire Nation, but that the Fire Nation routinely commits genocide in their quest to colonize the rest of the world.
The issue is when a disagreement over methods is treated like a disagreement over premise. The characters are positioned like one sideâs entire worldview is correct and the other is wrong, but it turns out they actually disagree with what the other does rather than what the other believes.
A big giveaway that what youâre seeing is about methods and not underlying beliefs? If at any point it is said or implied that one character âgoes too far.â âToo farâ implies a point before that cutoff that the other characters or the reader would be okay with. You canât go too far if going any distance in that direction is wrong. âFrollo in the Disney version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame goes too far when he tries to kill all the Romani in the cityâ implies that the problem isnât racism in general, but mass murder specifically, and that if Frollo was only nonviolently racist, that would be fine!
Like, you know the joke about the guy who offers a woman a million dollars to sleep with him, then ten dollars after she accepts the million dollar offer, and when sheâs offended and says sheâs ânot that kind of woman,â he says, âOh, we agreed you were that kind of woman, now weâre just haggling over priceâ? If your characters are arguing about the best way to solve a problem, they have already agreed about the existence and nature of the problem. Now theyâre just haggling over price.
Again: that kind of storyline is okay if you actually do want to discuss extremism v. moderation of the same basic principle. Itâs okay for two characters to argue over the best way to free all of their countryâs slaves. Itâs also okay for two characters to discuss the best way of practicing slavery, if you want to show how ingrained it is in society or how even the character you think is a moderate is still evil or something. What doesnât work is if your intention is to say how awful slavery is, but then the entire conflict is over the treatment of slaves rather than whether slavery is okay.
tl;dr: setting up the conflict as one over premise and then having all the action be a fight over methods undermines your story; at best itâs just confusing, at worst it turns your characters into hypocrites.
I would add a third piece to this (or really split out âsolutionâ into two pieces):
There is the problem, the end, and the means, and those are all things that can be disagreed with in different ways.
Letâs take a very basic scenario. Two people live together. There is a bookshelf full of books and there are books all over the floor.
Disagreement on the problem:
Person 1 thinks there are too many books on the floor. Person 2 likes having books on the floor because it makes the house feel lived-in.
Disagreement on the end:
Person 1 and 2 have agreed that there are too many books on the floor. Person 1 thinks the ideal end is that the house has exactly one bookshelf worth of books in it. Person 2 thinks the ideal solution is every book remaining in the house but simply being somewhere that is not the floor.
Disagreement on the means:
Person 1 and 2 have agreed that the ideal solution is every book remaining in the house and being on a bookshelf. Person 1 thinks they should buy more bookshelves to fit every book. Person 2 thinks they should double- or triple-stack their shelves rather than spend money on new bookshelves.
This is obviously a very light example, but I think itâs not just problem/solution but âdo we agree what problem we are solving, do we agree what the solution should be, do we agree on how to get there.â
Rocky dumbing down his speech for Grace only reinforces the idea that Grace is a kid in the other Eridians eyes and multiple conversations are happening at once..
Eridian scientist: why did they send a baby to space?!
Rocky: Grace is not a baby. Heâs a fully grown human and you all need to respect that-
At the same time another Eridian: the human is thirty!! Are you COMPLETELY sure heâs not a child? Heâs barely coordinated!
Rocky: Grace is very sick!! Of course heâs not coordinated you fucking idiot-
ALSO at the same time: did you not think to teach him how to understand us properly?? Let alone communicate with us.
Rocky: he doesnât have the vocal cords for most of our sounds!! And we were WORKING on him being able to understand proper speech but heâs delirious?! The fact heâs conscious is a miracle-
Grace who is visible stressed and half covering his ears but also trying to listen: whatâs going on?? I canât hear you guys itâs too loud- Rocky whatâs going on?!
Rocky: apology apology other Eridians ask dumb dumb dumb questions, Rocky tell Grace later. Grace sleep now Rocky handle.
Grace just nods with bleary eyes and knocks out almost immediately, and the other Eridians are giving Rocky the equivalent of a raised eyebrow in unison.
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