Prompt A: [ It all started as an attempt to practice his firebending-- nothing more. This was his first practice since arriving here, to be exact, and he had made sure to find a small secluded area away from the main street and any buildings. Everything had been fine and dandy for the first fifteen minutes or so. It was reassuring to know that his bending abilities were still in working order.
At the first sign of frustration, however, his practice time had quickly deteriorated. To his credit, this was a difficult move he was attempting to perfect, a series of short small bursts of flame that he should be able to sustain for more than five seconds. His stamina is having some trouble, and with each failed attempt, his mood is souring, brow furrowing in frustration.
Unfortunately for Zuko, this is manifesting in the form of big, plump stormclouds that follow him around wherever he might move, pouring cold rain on top of him and his little parade, extinguishing whatever he's managed to conjure up. After the third time this happens, he yells loudly, bringing both hands to his now-wet face and stomping off. ]
Will you just leave me alone?! GO AWAY!
[ That, of course, doesn't help, and he's treated to a fresh shower.
zuko | avatar: the last airbender
[ It all started as an attempt to practice his firebending-- nothing more. This was his first practice since arriving here, to be exact, and he had made sure to find a small secluded area away from the main street and any buildings. Everything had been fine and dandy for the first fifteen minutes or so. It was reassuring to know that his bending abilities were still in working order.
At the first sign of frustration, however, his practice time had quickly deteriorated. To his credit, this was a difficult move he was attempting to perfect, a series of short small bursts of flame that he should be able to sustain for more than five seconds. His stamina is having some trouble, and with each failed attempt, his mood is souring, brow furrowing in frustration.
Unfortunately for Zuko, this is manifesting in the form of big, plump stormclouds that follow him around wherever he might move, pouring cold rain on top of him and his little parade, extinguishing whatever he's managed to conjure up. After the third time this happens, he yells loudly, bringing both hands to his now-wet face and stomping off. ]
Will you just leave me alone?! GO AWAY!
[ That, of course, doesn't help, and he's treated to a fresh shower.
Wet cats have looked happier than he does. ]