Quillbending

Disclaimer: I do not own any of “Avatar: The Last Air Bender's” characters, fandom, etc. This story is for entertainment purposes only and not for profit.

QUILLBENDING

A/N: I have only seen up to Book 2, Volume 1 (episode 2X5, Avatar Day). Any inconsistencies on story, characters, etc. is entirely my fault. Thank Smack this is fan fiction. (grin)

Pairing: Zuko/Song
Word Count: 199
Rating: PG
Mood: Angst, Sweet Angst

Silent Song

Her song is silence. He would not take her pity when she offered it, perhaps he would take this gift instead.

She could have spoken, and named the two lonely travelers who took such low advantage of their kindness, absconding with their only ostrich-horse in the dark of night. She could have had them tracked and followed, could have had them brought back and hung as the meanest beggars and thieves. But when the village men asked if she saw anything, she said nothing, and only turned away as she had at the shoji screen, her brown eyes aged far beyond her short years, and sad.

For she had lost hope that night. He had stolen it, just as he had stolen her heart and her horse. The years would go on, and she would grow old, and her silence would grow until her heart was lost in it, and her song lay like dead ashes in the coldest, burnt pit of utter betrayal.

But it was with perhaps bitter irony that she might have given him his chance with her silence. For she had bought him time, perhaps, to learn what she had lost, and find hope anew.