Zuko had felt his inner flame flicker to life the instant the barrier weakened, of course he had. He took a long, measured breath, and when he exhaled flames licked from his mouth. He finally felt the chill that had settled in his bones begin to dissipate. The frost that clung to the ground around where he was working sizzled and steamed into the air. He took another breath and coiled a fist back, gathered heat in his palm, and struck out towards the wall of dark vines in front of him. Only for the small rekindled light behind his lungs to snuff out again as suddenly as it had appeared. A faint whisper of smoke curled from the end of his punch, but not even a single spark remained.
He cursed loudly, with all the heat that was once again missing from his body. Well, attempted to, what actually spit from his lips was the same tumble of nonsense as had every other time he'd tried to curse here. He threw a fist out again, this time letting his knuckles make contact with the thorny branches. He dropped his hands to his side, skin now torn and raw, he was breathing heavily, rage and frustration simmering under his skin where his flames should be.
If anyone had seen Zuko's fit on the path down to the shore, it would probably be fair of them to steer clear of him, though perhaps they'd change their minds upon seeing the blood dripping from his hand?
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Date: 2025-04-22 02:20 am (UTC)From:Zuko had felt his inner flame flicker to life the instant the barrier weakened, of course he had. He took a long, measured breath, and when he exhaled flames licked from his mouth. He finally felt the chill that had settled in his bones begin to dissipate. The frost that clung to the ground around where he was working sizzled and steamed into the air. He took another breath and coiled a fist back, gathered heat in his palm, and struck out towards the wall of dark vines in front of him. Only for the small rekindled light behind his lungs to snuff out again as suddenly as it had appeared. A faint whisper of smoke curled from the end of his punch, but not even a single spark remained.
He cursed loudly, with all the heat that was once again missing from his body. Well, attempted to, what actually spit from his lips was the same tumble of nonsense as had every other time he'd tried to curse here. He threw a fist out again, this time letting his knuckles make contact with the thorny branches. He dropped his hands to his side, skin now torn and raw, he was breathing heavily, rage and frustration simmering under his skin where his flames should be.
If anyone had seen Zuko's fit on the path down to the shore, it would probably be fair of them to steer clear of him, though perhaps they'd change their minds upon seeing the blood dripping from his hand?