Stories, skelons and tits
Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers.
I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters .
I do not wish to become them.
“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair.
“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.
There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.
“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question.
“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now.
“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti, she used to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort.
“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru, Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time.
“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool.
I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head.
And a clear head is what I need right now.
It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach.
Speaking of which,
“Vea. You promised me a story.”
“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.
“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”
“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name.
“Yes, whatever. Now, story.”
“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.”
“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here?
Do I need to hit them on their head?
“Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.”
I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.
“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth.
They gave me a sheepish look.
Abeba’s tits.
They have got to be kidding.
“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”
“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.
“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?”
“Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild.
“They’re monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them.
“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-”
“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail.
They shrug off my hand and continue frantically unbuttoning their tunic.
Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go.
Maybe I could still make a run for it.
I take a step back.
And Vea steps forward.
Or I could just punch them in the face and run.
That’s probably not gonna work.
I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word?
Fuck it.
I’ll just drown them in the sea.
Let ‘em be with their sea monsters.
“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-”
“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”
“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes.
Wait.
This is literally my castle.
I can look wherever I please.
I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea.
Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions.
The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen.
It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.
Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.
But these?
These are claw marks.
Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.
Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.
Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.
A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?
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It does naturally follow that leftover princes should stick together.
This is the Everyone Gets A Redemption Arc version of the Ozorne thing.
Ozorne gets dragged to the Fire Nation for some, vague diplomatic reason when he's about 8 or 9. He does not want to be there, he does not like the Fire Nation... but he does like Turtle Ducks.
On this basis a very shy and very confused Zuko receives several weeks worth of the full Adopted By An Extrovert experience (i.e. being dragged around and talked at by a hyperactive Ozorne).
Ozorne of course has to go off to the Imperial University and is too busy/preoccupied to think too much about the Fire Nation. Eventually he decides to take Arram and Varice on a field trip to meet his old friend and see some Turtle Ducks (the perils of associating with Bird Nerds).
Ozorne turns up at the Caldera, all happy and excited and is very baffled and upset to find that is Friend is Not There!! Terrible! So, he gets the full explanation and is Big Pissed Off. He's been trained by Chioke for several years. He bounces Ozai off a few walls lightly grills him and feeds him to Enzi.
Then he gives Azula a hug and introduces her to the fun concept of taking your meds and bounces off to find his friend.
Ozorne is having a fantastic time on a Legit Adventure bouncing around on a Zuko-hunt with intermittent breaks to find new birds. Varice and Arram are having the combined experience of New Dog Owners trying to leash train a St. Bernard puppy that doesn't understand it weighs 80lbs and Going for a Walk with a Bird Watcher (i.e. they long for the sweet release of death).
The first the Gaang find out about this is some weirdo who jangles when he moves because of all the beads in his hair hops out from behind a rock and gives Zuko a hug. They are very alarmed by this. Zuko is very alarmed by this (its all the trauma).
Ozorne is possibly a touch hypomanic by this point and should probably have a lie down before attempting to explain himself:
"Zuko! Zuko! Zuko! We've been looking for you everywhere! Your hair looks terrible. Please don't be mad! We possibly, maybe, fed your Dad to a Crocodile God. Its not my fault, I just panicked and Enzi was right there -- I don't know why, he just follows Arram around. Oh - this is Arram and Varice"
"I'm sorry, did you just say you fed Firelord Ozai to a Crocodile God?"
"I'm sorry did you just say Crocodile God?"
"Its not my fault! I panicked!"
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