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BraveGirlsWearBoots: EpilogueAN: For this, Im gonna go with something sad. Beethovens Moonlight Sonata or the Sacrifice suite from the BtVS soundtrack. Anything that makes you sigh.BraveGirlsWearBoots: Epilogue by ~Beloved-Stranger
Epilogue Beginning of the End
Eeow! This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!
Of all the things he could have complained about, somehow it didnt surprise Song that it was the tea that upset Iroh.
She swallowed with difficulty. It truly was awful tea.
Uncle, thats what all tea is.
It also didnt surprise her that Zuko still couldnt distinguish between the former and the latter. Mind you, his tea was typically so bitter it could turn your face inside out.
How can a member of my own family say something so horrible? Iroh hurled the tea out of one of the front windows. Well have to make some major changes around here.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 6AN: While you read this, listen to something epic.BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 6 by ~Beloved-Stranger
Chapter Six Signs of Separation
I said no.
Song watched the hurt enter Jets dark eyes just as the temper entered Zukos brilliant ones. Too similar, she thought, too stubborn.
Fine, have it your way.
They watched Zuko stride away, Jet bitterly, and Song turned back to the others, a sigh and an apology on her lips.
Im sorry guys, hes just
In a dizzy instant, Jets hand was gripping her wrist, fingers white-knuckled. The pain was blunt and immediate. Dread pooling in her stomach, Song followed his gaze. Zuko stood berating Iroh, who wore a woebegone expression. A teacup lay on the stone floor. The liquid spreading around it was still steaming.
Song, Jet was hissing urgently. Song, dont go.
BraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 5Chapter Five The Jasmine DragonBraveGirlsWearBoots: Chapter 5 by ~Beloved-Stranger
The wind combed dark, sightless fingers through her hair, whispered in its cool voice, belled the skirt and sleeves of hanbok and pressed damp kisses of lake-spray to her cheeks and forehead. Overhead the gibbous moon rode high and bright. Song closed her eyes and basked.
Footsteps upon the boards of the ferry deck. Only a little familiar She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, one elbow lifting from the railing with the movement.
Jet smiled as he settled beside her, that ridiculous grass straw twirling between his teeth before he gazed up at the blanket of stars overhead. The smile was contagious, and she felt one grow on her own lips before she too looked upward.
So, he murmured. Whats a pretty girl like you doing with an old man and a guy like Lee?
She gave him a sidelong look. Surviving, mostly.
BraveGirlsWearBoots:Interlude3Interlude Three Field of Fever DreamsBraveGirlsWearBoots:Interlude3 by ~Beloved-Stranger
As they waited, she watched him sleep.
The world felt smaller here in the flower shop, small than it had that morning, filled as it was with discoveries of wanted posters and the torment of the Rough Rhinos. Not since his niece almost shattered Iroh on the living blades of her lightning had Song felt such crippling terror.
She remembered the how Mongkes men had leered at her as she clung to Zuko, feeling his rage seethe beneath his skin in physical heat. She remembered one mans attempt to grab her, and the Princes wrath as he repelled the rider, wrapping his own swing-chains about his throat and throwing him back with a blast of heat.
So close so close shed felt it on her face. She shivered as they urged the ostrich-horses away, shivered as they dismounted outside the desert bar. He had taken her shoulders and gazed at her with his uneven eyes.
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