"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
(Scottish/v.) to hesitate to recognize a person or thing; happens when you are introduced to someone whose name you cannot recall.
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~ Fire Lord Zuko ~
Thunder.
It roared through the sky, causing the ground to tremble, the air around us buzzing with an electrical charge—the droplets striking against the windows, a desperate cry from nature itself - the thunder its screams.
But how?
How did the world always know? Matching and dancing with our emotions- was it mocking me? Mocking Yue?
The beams of light that lit up the study, the heated glow from the candlelight rippled from the outside's growing rage. Shadows lurking, the bitter chill in the air ran down my spine and had my bones aching.
"Lord Zuko-" they voiced, and like that, I was brought back to reality, my eyes focusing. When did I even zone out? A numbness was slithering its way into my mind like the hazy fog that had begun to settle over the Fire Nation.
A leathered-gloved hand reached upwards, pulling the red scarf that always decorated his face under his stubbled chin. His expression, while simple, spoke a million words. I always respected Yue's ability to study, to read people's emotions, and at this moment in time; I finally realized what she saw.
Face stoned, yet his eyes never wavered. He was meeting my gaze with a heaviness that mimicked the depths of fire.
"Mihir-" I swallowed. A warning, a confirmation.
Axe.
The General, Axe.
One of the finest warriors the Fire Nation ever housed. A hero for many of the villages in the Earth Nation. A proclaimed traitor till recently, but most importantly, he's Yue's dad.
Deep inhale, my eyes shutting for a moment. The turbulent waves of turmoil, but in the end, only one feeling persisted. And if the room weren't tense, I would've snorted because her damn sense of curiosity really did rub off on me.
Dead or alive - that was the question that lingered. Carved on my face as I gawked at Mihir with wonder. And with a stale huff, he spoke, "What do you think?"
Is everyone a mindreader? I ticked, my hand rubbing my jaw.
Yue's mom was stubborn, or so I was told. But something tells me Yue's mother wasn't the only determined spirit. That look in Yue's eyes whenever a thought popped into her mind, nibbling on her lips as an alluring yet formidable aura would envelop her- from her battle with Azula to Yakone. A force to be reckoned with.
Axe has to be alive.
I could feel it in my bones the moment I read that document, his body unrecoverable. Daughter like father - they're warriors. Never someone to go down without a fight.
