(Continuation of my possible future Avatar fic, so look back if you don't understand)I feel inspired to write some Avatar related nonsense, so here it is.
The sun was setting as Zen and Asme had settled down and set up camp. A comfortable silence settled between the two as Asme tended to the meal, and Zen meditated. "...My mom tells me the years passed quicker after the war" Asme noted, as she continued to stir her soup. "I sometimes think she misses it. The excitement, the thrill. Sometimes I see that faraway look in her eyes, like she's in a different time, even though she's really here."
"My dad actually does the same." Zen let in a big breath, and let it out slowly. "He's been trapped in his duties ever since he... before he was my age. Even if Great Uncle did help him... I don't think he wanted to be the Fire Lord."
"I don't think my mom wanted to be a housewife either." Asme took the soup off the fireplace to let it cool. "I think she only settled down cause that's what my dad wanted. Maybe your dad became fire lord because he had too. I know we can't always get what we want but..."
"I don't want to be Fire Lord." A sort of awkward silence settled over the two after Zen's revelation. "I know it's my obligation but... I don't think I'm suited for it. And I see what my dad has to go through. Sometimes it seems he goes days without cracking a smile. He's always sullen. I don't want to be cooped up in a castle with useless advisors or generals or whatever. I want..."
Asme listened solemnly. She began serving the soup when Zen had finished. "We do what we have to. It's not always what we want, but..." She smiled sadly and handed her companion the bowl. "We make do with what we have."
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