Out on the wall.

[beliefovermisery]

He didn't want to talk to Katara and he doubted she even wanted to look at him at this point. He couldn't talk to Mel or Zuko - not about marriage, not about what Katara wanted to do. He wasn't going to search out Paige when he was the last one to speak. He said his piece and she knew what he wanted. He would wait for her.

She was worth waiting.

So he's out from the apartments now, up on the wall, boomerang and club at his back, knife at his belt. He's not surveying, though, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He's just looking up at the sky, the dark, thick clouds.

This isn't the Southern Tribe, with its stars and its icy, clean winds, the flurry of snowfall. But somehow... it could be home.

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[princeinexile]

Zuko just waits. WAits for them all to get inside, where it's safer, waits, because he's not leaving until they're all in.

He doesn't want to speak again. He'll say things he shouldn't if he does.

[flyingsister.livejournal.com]

It felt like there was a blade hanging right over her head, just waiting to drop. Any second now, any minute, as they headed inside, and the scouts and warriors rushed past to chase after the intruders.

Tick tock.

[slayer_fray]

"Don't," Mel says, quietly, turning away from Sokka.

"Just don't."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

His face falls, heart somewhere near the soles of his feet.

He listened to one sister and betrayed another.

He listens to this one now, head bowed as he limps toward the ladder.