#flcmebound

[yourhonor]

@flcmebound​ liked for a starter ! 

WHILE THE REST OF THE GANG is preoccupied with more entertaining matters, the sullen prince prefers to sit by his own. there’s a warm familiarity in her company, and this time around her presence does the opposite of disturb his solitude. he passes over a bowl of flaming fire flakes to the girl sitting by his side, which he had prepared earlier that day, in order to better fill the silence. ❝ one thing’s for sure ... ❞ his raspy voice trails as he reaches for a handful, and he returns to his original thought after munching quietly on the snack. ❝ we aren’t the same kids from the tea shop anymore. ❞ 

[hartriot]

@flcmebound​  liked  for  a  starter !

      𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞  dragon  out  of  nostalgia  .   she  had  been  younger  back  then  ,   a  bit  more  innocent  ,   a  bit  more  naive  .   a  time  where  she  knew  lee  -  no  ,   fire  lord  zuko  was  a  firebender  hiding  out  in  the  and  he  ran  away  after  that  innocent  kiss  .   there’s  a  chuckle  to  herself  ,   and  she  initially  came  here  for  some  tea  ,   but  she  sees  the  other  girl  at  the  front  and  instead :    ‘  are  you  guys  hiring  by  any  chance ?  ’   comes  out  instead  of  her  usual  order  .  

[umareazul]

@flcmebound​  liked  for  a  starter !

        𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  ,   which  means  dressing  down  .   and  so  she’s  docked  in  all  green  ,   the  only  fire  nation  color  on  her  LIPS  ,   and  everything  else  on  her  toned  down  .   to  most  ,   she’s  unnoticeable  .   and  that  was  the  goal  .   the  princess  eyes  the  other  girl  walking  out  of  the  tea  shop  ,   pushing  herself  off  the  wall  from  the  building  across  the  street  from  it  .   she  jogs  a  bit  to  catch  up  with  the  girl  ,   gold  eyes  landing  on  her  .   ‘  i  promise  i’m  not  flirting  with  you  ,   pretty  as  you  are  .  ’    offers  a  quirk  of  her  lips  ,   steps  in  front  of  the  other  .    ‘  i’m  new  around  these  parts  and  you  look  so  familiar  .   what’s  your  name ?  ’

[yepiana]

@flcmebound​      /      starter      call      .

❝       i       don’t       need       your       help       ,       step       aside       .        ❞

[deathhumored]

@flcmebound​  :  “  i’m still learning.  ” (for zuko?)

      ❛     if  by  learning  ,  you  mean  you’re  spilling  tea  everywhere  ,  then  yeah ----   𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.   ❜       a  frustrated  sigh  escapes  the  young  firebenders  lips  as  he  crouches  down  to  help  wipe  up  the  mess.        he  didn’t  want  to  be  working  in  a  tea  shop  --  much  less  cleaning  up  after  the  girl  his  uncle  insisted  on  hiring.      iroh  insisted  it  was  teaching  him  something.         patience  ,  maybe.         ❛   𝐝𝐢𝐝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝  ?   ❜

[umareazul]

               ​​ @flcmebound​ liked for a  modern azula !

        𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  she  spies  the  unfamiliar  face  ,   azula  tends  to  know  who  BELONGS  in  her  house  and  doesn’t  .   to  not  be  familiar  would  be  naively  idiotic  .    ‘  did  my  father  hire  more  house  staff ?  ’   phone  hangs  from  the  tip  of  her  fingers  ,   brow  raises  towards  the  other  girl  .    ‘  i  don’t  recognize  you  .  ’    eyes  narrow  in  suspicion  ,   takes  a  step  closer  .    ‘  or  are  you  somewhere  you’re  not  supposed  to  be ?  ’  

[yourhonor]

@flcmebound​ said: ❝  let me help with that.  ❞

he towers over the sink, staring into an abyss of dirty dishes and tea-stained cups that were practically begging to be rinsed. It’s his second to least favorite chore of the workday, second only to the task of speaking to customers – in other words, the entirety of his job itself. regardless, he does it out of love mixed with a strong willingness to help. it’s one of the very few traits on the list of things he likes about himself.

he sighs as he continues to size the dishes up, estimating a solid half-hour to finish the task. it’s not like he has anything better to do. truthfully, the amount of effort he puts into the task is exacerbated by his strong attention to detail. there’s something soothing about being forced to be completely present with a task, and it could potentially turn into something he enjoys if he decides to work on his patience. 

the dishes won’t wash themselves, he silently reminds himself in mental preparation as he reaches for the teacup on the very top of the pile, intent on beginning the simple yet arduous task. the sound of her voice catches him off guard, almost causing him to drop the delicate piece of china in his hand. his head shoots up, momentarily startled, but his expression shifts into a calm one as he turns to face her with a shy smile. normally he would be too polite to agree to her offer, but she is an employee after all. he takes a few steps to the side, making room for her to fill in.

 ❝ i don’t really need help, but sure. i can wash the first half and you can put them to dry for me. we can switch for the rest – unless you have a better idea, as usual. ❞                                        

[yourhonor]

@flcmebound​ sent: ‘  i  am  done  with  all  that .  and  i  will  not  let  my  past  dictate  my  future .  ’

AFTER HOURS at work often make for interesting conversations with his coworker, the only person he has taken the time to acquaint himself with since arriving in the city. He prefers to listen instead of talk, especially after a long shift, as doing so effortlessly distracts him from himself. He’s silent from exhaustion as he counts the contents of the tip jar, completely fixated on the task, only occasionally glancing up with an earnest nod to let her know he’s still listening.

Others tend to confide in him, but he is reluctant to do the same. The subject matter of the conversation resonates deeply within him, but as always, he fights the urge to speak his truth– talking about his past comes with a risk, after all. There’s an awkward pause as he puts the cash aside and turns to face her, thoughts ridden by nostalgia as he ponders the right words to say.

He leans against the counter and props his head upon his elbow, offering a small but empathetic smile.  ❝ That’s good. At some point, we have to start taking responsibility for our own destinies. The past can be a good teacher, but focusing on it will only keep you TRAPPED. ❞  The original thought was not his own, but he saw his coworker’s declaration as a good opportunity to share some of his uncle’s wisdom with her. His voice is low, yet slightly cheerful as he speaks, and he clears his throat before continuing. ❝ That takes a lot of courage. It's something to be proud of. ❞