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Dance
0 ReviewsZuko and Toph dance.
Magma
Chapter 7
"Magma, earth and fire together, a volcano waiting to erupt; that is the love of Zuko and Toph!"
Zuko wanted to badly to kill Sokka at that very moment, that he seriously considered throwing away the Avatar's trust and siding with, well with himself; and just rid the world of the annoying water tribe warrior. However, the exiled fire prince, managed to hold his temper in check, if only so Toph would not receive the satisfaction of seeing him, or rather feeling him, lose his cool. "Thank you Sokka," Zuko managed to say with an air of sarcasm and clenched teeth.
"You're welcome! Sokka smiled, either happy to be an annoyance or truly proud of his poetry. "I performed at a poetry theatre when I was in Ba Sing Se."
Zuko's opinion of Earth Kingdom poetic art, dropped like a boulder at that time. A small moment of silence passed and Zuko thought he would be able to escape to the privacy of his room, but he was mistaken. Zuko noticed that his companions were holding things that looked like musical instruments, because they were musical instruments. He had never been a fan of music night.
"Let's dance!" Aang cheerfully called out as he pulled Katara to her feet, eager for a little improvised dance party.
Zuko still stubbornly held on to the hopes of escaping, but Sokka, honestly making an effort to form something akin to a friendship with the fire prince, stopped him. "Aren't you going to ask Toph to dance?"
Toph did not dance, she rather liked listening to music, but Zuko got the impression that she did not like to dance, and he felt relieves with that knowledge. "I think we'll just listen."
Toph felt the change in Zuko's heartbeat, the stabilizing of the breaths, he was calmer, and she would not allow that. "Actually, I want to dance this time."
For the second time that night, Zuko had to resist the urge to kill Sokka, and it was not easy. While Sokka and the others, played their instruments, and in Momo's case banged two rocks together at a rhythm, Toph hopped to her feet and took Zuko's hand, leading him to the designated area that was their dance floor, making it clear that she was leading, and if he didn't like it he better go along with it or face the wrath of an elite earth bending master.
Karma, it was karma, Zuko was sure; a punishment for all that he ever did to the Avatar and his friends. Actually, maybe it reached the magnitude of everything the Fire Nation ever did to the world. All his ancestors' sins were being paid for by the prince in his endless humiliation, and he didn't see the end of it coming any time soon.
Then Zuko noticed the sly grin that played in Toph's face feeling his clumsy footsteps, and his breaths and heartbeats that reflected discomfort, and she was enjoying it. Determined not to let her win, by any means necessary, Zuko tried to dance, though this was not how he was taught to dance. This so called dance was, in Zuko's opinion, not artistic at all, but erratic and wild.
At Sokka signal the music slowed down, maybe influenced by Zuko's killer glare. The prince wanted it to stop not slow down, but he was misinterpreted as wishing for a more romantic dance, and he would not be allowed to forget it, nor would denial serve any purpose.
Aang and Katara adapted to the new rhythm and pace, though Aang didn't seem to enjoy it as much, and neither did Toph. Zuko was at least thankful that, despite the misunderstanding, this was a dance he knew. Zuko tried to be optimistic, as a flood of memories returned to him. His mother had taught him a similar dance, elegant and artistic.
Toph had taken dance lessons against her will, at the insistence of her parents, so she too knew how to dance gracefully and elegantly. She noticed Zuko's breathing becoming even and peaceful, his heartbeats reflecting a pleasant emotion.
Toph imagined that Zuko's eyes must be closed, and maybe he was remembering something. Maybe, just maybe, in his mind they were not at an old deserted temple. Perhaps they were in his home, in a grand hall with a large orchestra and elegance all around. Maybe he was the prince again, or even the fire lord, and she was his queen...
Toph pushed the imaginary image away. She didn't know what was going on in Zuko's head, but he seemed to have calmed down enough to enjoy their little dance.
"Ouch, Aang, that's the third time!" Katara stopped dancing, and without realizing it broke Toph and Zuko out of their dream.
"Sorry, I'm just not use to dancing like this," Aang apologized for stepping on Katara's foot, but the music night seemed to have reached its end either way.
Even if Zuko and Toph would never admit it, they had enjoyed their dance.
To be Continued...
The toko wars will continue for a long time. Or at least for as long as someone is interested in them. Thanks for all your support everyone! Disclaimer, I do not own Avatar.
Chapter 7
"Magma, earth and fire together, a volcano waiting to erupt; that is the love of Zuko and Toph!"
Zuko wanted to badly to kill Sokka at that very moment, that he seriously considered throwing away the Avatar's trust and siding with, well with himself; and just rid the world of the annoying water tribe warrior. However, the exiled fire prince, managed to hold his temper in check, if only so Toph would not receive the satisfaction of seeing him, or rather feeling him, lose his cool. "Thank you Sokka," Zuko managed to say with an air of sarcasm and clenched teeth.
"You're welcome! Sokka smiled, either happy to be an annoyance or truly proud of his poetry. "I performed at a poetry theatre when I was in Ba Sing Se."
Zuko's opinion of Earth Kingdom poetic art, dropped like a boulder at that time. A small moment of silence passed and Zuko thought he would be able to escape to the privacy of his room, but he was mistaken. Zuko noticed that his companions were holding things that looked like musical instruments, because they were musical instruments. He had never been a fan of music night.
"Let's dance!" Aang cheerfully called out as he pulled Katara to her feet, eager for a little improvised dance party.
Zuko still stubbornly held on to the hopes of escaping, but Sokka, honestly making an effort to form something akin to a friendship with the fire prince, stopped him. "Aren't you going to ask Toph to dance?"
Toph did not dance, she rather liked listening to music, but Zuko got the impression that she did not like to dance, and he felt relieves with that knowledge. "I think we'll just listen."
Toph felt the change in Zuko's heartbeat, the stabilizing of the breaths, he was calmer, and she would not allow that. "Actually, I want to dance this time."
For the second time that night, Zuko had to resist the urge to kill Sokka, and it was not easy. While Sokka and the others, played their instruments, and in Momo's case banged two rocks together at a rhythm, Toph hopped to her feet and took Zuko's hand, leading him to the designated area that was their dance floor, making it clear that she was leading, and if he didn't like it he better go along with it or face the wrath of an elite earth bending master.
Karma, it was karma, Zuko was sure; a punishment for all that he ever did to the Avatar and his friends. Actually, maybe it reached the magnitude of everything the Fire Nation ever did to the world. All his ancestors' sins were being paid for by the prince in his endless humiliation, and he didn't see the end of it coming any time soon.
Then Zuko noticed the sly grin that played in Toph's face feeling his clumsy footsteps, and his breaths and heartbeats that reflected discomfort, and she was enjoying it. Determined not to let her win, by any means necessary, Zuko tried to dance, though this was not how he was taught to dance. This so called dance was, in Zuko's opinion, not artistic at all, but erratic and wild.
At Sokka signal the music slowed down, maybe influenced by Zuko's killer glare. The prince wanted it to stop not slow down, but he was misinterpreted as wishing for a more romantic dance, and he would not be allowed to forget it, nor would denial serve any purpose.
Aang and Katara adapted to the new rhythm and pace, though Aang didn't seem to enjoy it as much, and neither did Toph. Zuko was at least thankful that, despite the misunderstanding, this was a dance he knew. Zuko tried to be optimistic, as a flood of memories returned to him. His mother had taught him a similar dance, elegant and artistic.
Toph had taken dance lessons against her will, at the insistence of her parents, so she too knew how to dance gracefully and elegantly. She noticed Zuko's breathing becoming even and peaceful, his heartbeats reflecting a pleasant emotion.
Toph imagined that Zuko's eyes must be closed, and maybe he was remembering something. Maybe, just maybe, in his mind they were not at an old deserted temple. Perhaps they were in his home, in a grand hall with a large orchestra and elegance all around. Maybe he was the prince again, or even the fire lord, and she was his queen...
Toph pushed the imaginary image away. She didn't know what was going on in Zuko's head, but he seemed to have calmed down enough to enjoy their little dance.
"Ouch, Aang, that's the third time!" Katara stopped dancing, and without realizing it broke Toph and Zuko out of their dream.
"Sorry, I'm just not use to dancing like this," Aang apologized for stepping on Katara's foot, but the music night seemed to have reached its end either way.
Even if Zuko and Toph would never admit it, they had enjoyed their dance.
To be Continued...
The toko wars will continue for a long time. Or at least for as long as someone is interested in them. Thanks for all your support everyone! Disclaimer, I do not own Avatar.
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