蘇科 ♛ PRINCE ZUKO (firebender) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-08-10 12:30:00 |
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Current mood: | angry |
Entry tags: | azuma::softsharpblue, zuko::firebender |
Always Alone. [Active]
Who: Prince Zuko (firebender) and OPEN
What: being angry and emo, typical Zuko-ness
When: the day after Asuka goes home
Where: the woods, near the ruins
Warnings: Mentions of sex. Possible drinking.
Prince Zuko was seriously starting to think that he was being punished for his great-grandfather's mistakes. Not Sozin's, but Roku's. The former Avatar had chosen his frienship with Sozin over his duty as the Avatar, and thus had spared the other man's life more than once when he should have killed him the first time. Because of that, a war had broken out that resulted in the eradication of the Air Nomads and most of the Southern Water Tribe. The Earth Kingdom was falling and the Northern Water Tribe was next. When the comet came, his father would use the boost it gave their firebending to burn down the Earth Kingdom.
Maybe the Spirits didn't want him to make connections. Perhaps they thought that he'd make better choices if he didn't have to worry about how his decisions affected those he was connected to.
It wasn't necessarily that he loved Asuka or anything. No, it wasn't love. He...didn't know what that had been. And maybe that's why he was so angry--the girl got sent home before he was able to figure that one out. They had done nothing but argue. But that one night...the arguing had, somehow, led to sex. He'd slept with her that night and he still wasn't sure just what had made him do it, other than his hormones and her willingness to see it through. After that, there was sexual tension added to the mix and they'd flirted on top of the usual insults, meeting up a few times to exchange kisses and touches.
He didn't want to admit that he had, in part, been using her for the comfort that she offered. It had, for a while, quelled the loneliness that he felt here. Of course, she had been using him, too. To get over the person she'd actually cared about, who had been sent home. Asuka hadn't cared about him and he...Zuko supposed he hadn't really cared about her beyond the boundaries of friendship, either. They had been friends with benefits, nothing more.
That did nothing to quell his anger. For when it came down to it, Asuka's disappearance reassured him that he was and always would be, alone.
He sat on a low branch in one of the trees near the ruins, the bottle of hard liquor that Kir had left for him held in one hand. He hadn't opened it yet, but was seriously contemplating it. Zuko wasn't a drinker. The last time he got drunk, he had been fifteen and foolishly attempting to compete with the sailors aboard his uncle's ship. He didn't remember much of it, only hanging over the side of the vessel and wishing for death in place of being hungover and sea sick the next morning.
Popping the top off, he dropped it to the ground and raised the bottle to his lips, taking a long sip. "It's not ryu-nyuu or fire whiskey," he said to himself, "but it's not bad, either."