Ming took the cool rag off of his forehead. Good. His fever was gone. She gave a sigh in relief. She smiled at him when he opened his eyes. “You had me worried. Can I get you some water or anything?”
"Water." He said hoarsely, throat parched and more dry than usual. It hurt to speak. His eyes closed again and he adjusted his shoulders and legs for they were stiff and aching. "Hn."
Are you talking about Game of Thrones? Sadly I like that series, hah, but I won’t obsess about it. =p
And Free! will probably come back, as frustrating as that will be. This new season format for anime that I’m not familiar with will keep bringing the fandom back into full-blown activity. I may or may not watch it, but I’m not particularly excited about it.
GAME OF THRONES. THAT’S IT. It looks interesting but the fandom ruined it and I saw too much spoilers so why bother, you know? *avoids everything*
A~and I’m already super sick of SnK to the point of frustration.
I HEAR YA. I disabled blacklist so I can reply LMFAO. But yeah. I’m not interested. I’ll never be interested. It will go away in a few months just like the Jack Frost craze. And Free didn’t last long either.
OH! And the shit what’s that series called… omg I can’t remember. The one with the white haired girl married to a giant guy with dragons and little people? Brain fart.
Floored, that would have been the word that she would have used to describe how she was feeling. Completely and utterly floored. She stared at him for several long moments, trying to collect her thoughts. It wasn’t until he’d asked his question did she snap herself out of it.
"Hm? O-oh, oh yes. Azula. She’s very much alive and doing well that last I heard from the General…..Yes, now I can see why this world seemed completely alien to you. It must be quite a shock, indeed…..Sorry if I….Sorry, I’m just having a hard time keeping up."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she got up from the table, going to dig around in the cabinets for something stronger than tea. “So, you’re thinking of going back to the North?” She asked curiously, finally finding the whisky she’d been looking for.
"I’d seek my children out, but… they wouldn’t take it well I’d assume. And, yes, I need to head north, but I barely made it here the way I am so I’ll need supplies and the like." He finished his tea and poured himself some more yet eyeing the whiskey curiously.
"What are my grandchildren like?"
"It felt good?" he repeated a tad skeptically before his smile returned. "Well, in any case, I’m sure she had other people to guard at the main prison. I can’t imagine they all behaved well enough to leave. Of course, she has expressed a preference for the more polite ones, such as yourself."
He paused when a servant brought the tea in. ” Ah, wonderful! Thank you.” He waited until they were alone again to pour them each a cup, setting one in front of Ozai before sipping his own.
"N-never mind." He reached out for the tea, promptly lifting it to his lips. The blush hadn’t left his face and in truth, he really wanted to run into another room to hide in his thoughts.
Iroh’s smile only grew. “It is a pity that no one cares about you anymore, isn’t it?” he mused before turning toward one of the servants passing by. “Excuse me, but would you mind getting my brother and I some tea? Thank you.”
While they did that, he turned back to Ozai and smiled. That was all. Just smiled.
As his brother’s smile grew, Ozai’s face flushed even more. “Well I—”
He pulled on the collar of his robe. “It felt…. so…. good. Don’t tell anyone.” The fact that Ozai was confiding in his older brother was probably a miracle. “I was uh… hoping that she’d come to guard me here too….”
Iroh facepalmed before chuckling. “The first step to building a relationship with your son…and anyone else for that matter, is listening. But since you brought it up, why don’t you get us some tea hm? Then you can tell me alll about Ming.”
"Ming? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about." He turned away, blushing even more and completely embarrassed. "She brings me food. That’s all…. And you can have the servants bring us tea. They won’t listen to me."
when i laugh at things on the internet i dont even laugh i just blow more air out of my nose than usual
Iroh nodded, smiling a bit again. “Do not berate yourself, such a storm is difficult for even the most deeply rooted tree to weather.” He paused to consider his brother’s next question a moment, smirking at the work out remark. “Aha..yes. Well, believe it or not, that served mostly to condition my body, not my mind. As it turns out, Ming was a great help to me in prison as well…her kindness was as heartwarming as the tea she brought me.”
Iroh’s smile faded then. “But one cannot depend solely on others for comfort, particularly in such trying situations. Zuko came to talk with me once or twice when I was in prison actually, and the conversations went about as well as I imagine yours do with him now. Probably worse, considering I did not answer. I would advise keeping flammable objects away from him during such talks.”
Then his smile returned again “Above all else though, I found it helpful to focus on the possibilities of the future, and the means to reaching them, rather than the unfortunate circumstances of the present and past. Also try not to feed the fire with Zuko, he will yell and he will be angry at you for quite some time to come. He has to deal with a lot of inner turmoil, he always has. And with all that built up, he needs to blow off some steam once in a while. But I find that the louder the teapot whistles, the closer you are to having your tea.”
Ozai noticeably blushed when he mentioned Ming and forgot everything else he was told. “She is…. very kind… yes.” He mumbled, moving away from the mirror out of embarrassment. “They seemed to have gotten more strict since you were there. Sometimes she gives me extra but it’s not but once a week or two.” The younger brother cleared his throat and sat in a chair.
"What was this about tea?"
I think it’s time for the steppe runner update.
Name: Iroh(for now)
Age: 5 months
Length: Already a whopping 8 inches long which is highly unusual for this species…. And I know he’s not an adult because his pores and jowls aren’t developed enough for an adult. His head is wider than my last Runner too.
Since day one (dec, 3rd), he’s been walking around, shaking his tail like normal behavior. This means that he’s nervous. I can come into the room and he won’t run and hide like my last one and I can put my hand near him and touch him gently without him flinching or moving away.
I still can’t pick him up though, he will walk away after squirming out and I don’t want to restrain him or anything. Baby steps.
He only eats in the morning when I’m still asleep. I can’t feed him by hand yet and if there’s food in the bowl during the day he won’t touch it.
I have a better environment set up than my last go around and it looks more natural even without sand or aspen or dirt. Substrate is bad for these guys because THEY WILL EAT IT. I’m not even going to risk the so called safe play sand. Nope. He does, however, have a ‘play pin’ of large chunks of specially selected pieces of reptibark that has been cleaned and dust free to dig in and he seems to love it.
That’s all for now.
Something to think about.
This is one of my fav posts, ever. I’m glad to see it again.
do you ever get in one of those moods where you’re like feeling okay but you’re really sad at the same time and you just want to talk to someone and make them hug you but you feel annoying so you kind of just sit there being really sad
"While it is true he craved your approval as a boy, I do not think his rejection now is akin to a child changing their mind about a toy." He frowned. "Unless of course the toy attacked the child, but in that situation such a change of heart in regards to the toy would be more than merited."
Iroh shook his head and sighed. “Besides, toys do not change. People change a great deal. I know all too well about his tantrums, believe me, but he is not terribly different than you were at his age, in many respects. And I am afraid I can not guarantee that you will be alive to see his acceptance of you, but this is a risk we all must take.”
"You’re right. I will wait for him to come to me when he’s ready. I’m out of prison for a month- I need to take advantage of it." He slid off the bed and walked over to the mirror, pushing the blue bags under his eyes. "All these years I have done nothing but showed strength and power in front of everyone. Now, I can’t seem to do that. Not even in front of Zuko."
He turned to look at Iroh. “I understand that you had been imprisoned for a while—maybe not as long as I— but long enough to feel it’s mental effects. How did you stay strong? And don’t mention the body work outs, they don’t feed me enough for that.”