I'm not. Going to. FIGHT YOU! What part of that don't you understand?!
[A rare flare of temper ignites within him. Zuko breaks off from his defensive stance, his shoulders hunching forward. He presses a hand over his heart, digs his fingers in. His eyes squeeze shut and he shakes his head.
Not now- not now-- not now!]
I'm not... fighting- I can't--
[You will tempt the wrath of Katara, Jet, if this goes on!]
[Zuko hates this feeling. He hates feeling like he's ready to collapse. He hates feeling empty inside without his firebending, the heat and security. Zuko hates feeling this ability that doesn't belong to him and causes him nothing but grief and pain.
How does Rolo deal with this or even control it? Zuko can't bring himself to understand, not when he's trying to calm the rising panic and his racing heart and just breathe until there's no more stress to agitate him. His face is paler than usual and Zuko does look like he's struggling, somewhat, to keep his composure. Beads of perspiration collect along his brow, matting some of his bangs to his forehead-- yet throughout all of this, Zuko manages to continue glaring at the other boy.
no subject
[A rare flare of temper ignites within him. Zuko breaks off from his defensive stance, his shoulders hunching forward. He presses a hand over his heart, digs his fingers in. His eyes squeeze shut and he shakes his head.
Not now- not now-- not now!]
I'm not... fighting- I can't--
[You will tempt the wrath of Katara, Jet, if this goes on!][Zuko hates this feeling. He hates feeling like he's ready to collapse. He hates feeling empty inside without his firebending, the heat and security. Zuko hates feeling this ability that doesn't belong to him and causes him nothing but grief and pain.
How does Rolo deal with this or even control it? Zuko can't bring himself to understand, not when he's trying to calm the rising panic and his racing heart and just breathe until there's no more stress to agitate him. His face is paler than usual and Zuko does look like he's struggling, somewhat, to keep his composure. Beads of perspiration collect along his brow, matting some of his bangs to his forehead-- yet throughout all of this, Zuko manages to continue glaring at the other boy.
Zuko's ready to walk away. Anytime now.]