aged up!zuko
zuko grows up to be a local painter. he paints tons of landscapes from his travels, people, and more. he draws his sister, azula, but no one ever took interest in that painting, no matter how beautiful and rare it was; no one ever asked. one day, a stranger came to ask about that specific painting.
“who is that?”
zuko was a little shocked that someone had taken their time to look at it closer, much more take interest. his mouth opened, then closed, unsure on what to reply. his head tilted towards his sister, her long dark hair, eyes the color of the sunrise and gold. a sharp jawline, and her expression fierce as she always was always. his heart tugged, heart strings a blur.
slowly, he replied, “someone i knew a long time ago, but never understood.”
“she’s beautiful.”
“yeah... she was.” his voice wavered and cracked along the edges, but a soft smile was placed to his lips.
