Summary: Quite a few people covered Boiling Rock, so I figured why not do so without the double betrayal ending.
Warnings: Character death
Word Count: 672
Title: This Time Would be Different
Summary: Love means everything.
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Maiko Month Prompt #7: Entanglement
Title: Nothing Stays the Same
Summary: Zuko doesn’t like change.
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Word Count: 233
Yet it’s here, in the throne room of Ba Sing Se, after three long years that he can feel the threads around his ankles begin to slacken
Maiko Month: Prompt #6, ‘Decadence’
Title: Live for the Moment
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Word Count: 358
Summary: Both of them, she thinks, missed the mark on the lives they wanted.
Omashu is where she is treated like a queen, colorless shadow-girl paraded at the front of the conquering party. Given every luxury the Earth Kingdom has to offer, allowed free rein of the labyrinthine city- it’s a dream come true, a life without struggle or conflict. Her father relishes the chance to play petty tyrant over the savages, Ozai in miniature; her mother croons about getting the royal treatment wherever she goes, palanquins and armed retinues. The biggest decisions she makes all day have to do with what dessert to eat or which knife to throw at her new bedroom door.
Mai sits before a gold-plated mirror, brushing out her long black hair with peppermint oil, and thinks of Zuko.
She’s not supposed to remember him- not since he was banished, especially not since his wanted poster came out. “You’re a pretty girl,” Mother had ‘reassured’, “why waste your time? Forget about the traitor prince- we’ll go to the matchmaker and find you an admiral, instead.” Commodities, men are to her, status symbols on Father’s totem pole.
He’s disfigured, she reminds herself, giving the brush a brutal tug. Probably blind in the left eye. And what would he want with a spoiled, pampered noblewoman like you?
A sharp burst of self-loathing courses through her; complaining about having too little stimulation, of all things. Zuko probably isn’t suffering from an excess of decadence in exile- it can’t be much fun, roaming the vastness that is the Earth Kingdom like a common peasant, dodging a world’s worth of soldiers. He must have grown as hard as a geode by now if he means to survive- if she ever sees him again, he will not be the gentle, determined boy that lingers in the back of her mind, a last remnant from their childhood.
Mai looks at her reflection in the glass- a sharp, expressionless face stares back, narrow-eyed and thin-lipped as she fixes her ox-horns and ties up her sentimental parts. Both of them, she thinks, missed the mark on the lives they wanted.
Decadence- Def: A process, condition, or period of deterioration or decline, as in morals or art; decay.
For all that’s left a remnants
To create something pure
Making all the necessary room
For something we can be sure
I wasn’t sure what to do here, so I made a sketch, and looked up decadence poems for ideas, and came up with four lines. I tried.
1.) A process, condition, or period of deterioration of decline, as in morals or art; decay.
2.) often Decadence A literary movement especially of the late 19th-Century France and England characterized by refined aestheticism, artifice, and the quest for new sensations.