“It’s fine, I wasn’t sleeping anyway, and I’m always happy to see a friend.” Sorry it’s so late, our ship got caught in some off weather or I'd have been here earlier” Who was now giving upon getting his pack back and turning to Zuko again. “Good to see you too man. Zuko felt something warm spread inside him at the idea of Sokka already building rapport with his staff. Behind my back like that?”Įkai gave a little sheepish smile in return. Sokka pulled away and went to pick up the pack he’d dropped to greet Zuko only to find it in the arms of the staff member who he’d been talking to earlier, Ekai, Zuko saw. It was clear that Sokka had spent the last 5 months having the kind of meals that came with being at peace, at home, as a Southern Warrior. His arms were pinned to his sides in Sokka’s embrace, and he could only bend his elbows to awkwardly pat at his back to return the hug. A bright laugh bubbled up in Zuko’s chest. Sokka caught sight of him and bounded up the last few steps to wrap his arms around Zuko, tight and grounding. I'm sure that you – Zuko! Hey there buddy.” “And like I said the last four times, I'm more than capable of carrying them myself thank you.
“-the FireLord has ordered for it to be taken to the guest chambers, sir.” As they came closer, their voices carried. He spotted Sokka coming up the winding path cut into the caldera leading to the main palacefront, seemingly deep in conversation with some of Zuko’s staff. It hadn’t been that long, but Zuko had only just started getting used to the idea of friends and he’d missed them. After a point, though, they all had to disperse for their own purposes, and he had only been able to meet Aang for diplomatic reasons. They had all stayed in the Fire Nation for the first month or so, helping Zuko with most aspects of healing from a war, stabilizing his nation, finding loyal members for his staff, court and guard and rounding up the last few vestiges of Ozai’s rule. It had been quite some time since he’d seen any of them except Aang. Zuko swept out of his chambers, heading towards the massive doors even as he ordered guest chambers to be arranged and Sokka’s luggage to be carried away when he’s let in. He tried not to bounce on his feet as he stood at the palace steps, where the guards had stopped him before he rushed, in a dignified royal manner, thank you very much, all the way to the main gates. His guard looked shocked at the thinly veiled enthusiasm in his words, but only for a moment. Zuko had never liked surprises but turns out his best and only friends were changing even that. Later, Zuko would reflect on those few words and what it meant that all his tension immediately melted into bright eyed excitement. “Warrior Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe is at the gates, my Lord.” “Well? What is it?” Zuko was trying hard to not sound like a petulant teenager with the five-pronged flame on his head, it still needed some work, he had after all had 3 years of practice far from royal protocol with a disgraced crew and a patient uncle on a metal hunk acting very much otherwise. “My Lord, a message has arrived from the gates.” One of guards entered the sitting area of his personal suite and bowed low. “Yes?” Zuko tried to convey his exasperation and disapproval of the late hour without being particularly stormy, because he was still teaching his staff to not be afraid for their life and safety whenever they have to be around him.
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It figured, really, that the night that kicked off a very long series of events leading to the uncontested best and happiest parts of his life, started with him berating himself about unhealthy habits and still not being able to move away from the scroll at his desk, decidedly not sleeping.Īn unassuming knock on his chamber doors heralded the beginning of this fateful night. Those were unavoidable consequences tonight as well, but this night had some more in store. Usually this meant bad moods and worse amounts of makeup to coverup his ashen complexion and deep dark bags under his eyes.
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