sc. @huoshe.
paint brush began to glide over skin in a delicate motion, leaving behind a trail of red and white. it should feel wrong, she thinks, sharing this part of her life with the fire lord’s son. yet she knew better than to make zuko pay for what his father believed. besides, he did more for her than she ever expected, and this was her way of repaying him. even if he hated it.
“ sit still! if you keep moving, the lines won’t be straight. ” commanded as she did any young apprentice coming into their time as a kyoshi warrior. “ plus, i don’t want to get it on the uniform. ”