Yeah?...yeah.
~akaVertigo
Lena G.Newest
Cauda Pavonis - Back home...~*X*~Cauda Pavonis - Back home...
How has it come to this?
Back home In the Fire Nation magic is a privilege, a venerable discipline to respect, a sanctified prerogative. Here—it’s business. It’s fancy sport. It’s an exercise in gossip. It’s a petty exchange between a magician and Society, as if they were a maid and a fishmonger quibbling over a hunk of salmon! A spell to keep champagne fizzy in the punchbowl is thought an accomplishment!*
However pitiable the modern condition of the Empire, at least its citizens still know to respect magical ability as a sacred legacy. But in this land—in this city
by ~akaVertigo
Cauda Pavonis - It takes...~*X*~Cauda Pavonis - It takes...
What does it take to make a magician?
Fortitude, Master Pakku would say (and often does, mulish old iceberg he is). Imagination is Master Iroh’s gentler recipe. A profound lack of sense has always been my brother’s opinion. Zuko has his own speculations, I’m sure—just as I am sure of my not wanting to hear them. But the truth is greatly less poetic.
It takes money.
It takes money to obtain a workroom, to outfit it with the necessary paraphernalia, to put oil in a beaker and ash on the grate. It takes money to buy copies of the proper ins
by ~akaVertigo
TiaT:04 - accidents+accidents+TiaT:04 - accidents
The accidents begin later than Iroh expects.
First come the spills. A plague of incompetence sweeps over the house’s pots and kettles; puddles of soup and wine and tea seem to cause a fall a day. The kitchen staff despairs over the likelihood of ever finding a sane container again until, suddenly, the spilling comes to an end as unexplainable as its beginning.
Next comes the cold. This is a happier oddity and few seem to notice, though the cook does remark, with vague happy satisfaction, that the food storage is in especially fine condition despite the hotness of the season, and barre
by ~akaVertigo
TiaT:03 falling for the first+falling for the first time+TiaT:03 falling for the first
On the day prince Zuko, heir to the Fire Nation and future Fire Lord and Firebending Master, turns ten, he almost drowns.
It is a rather stupid incident, really. One of his birthday gifts had been a custom suit of armor. The formal design of the armor meant that it was too bulky to be practical for real battle but it was real armor and the idea of letting go of something he has wanted for so long is not appealing. Usually, no child is required to spend a full day of ceremonies in a stifling cocoon of metal plating. Not even a prince. However, Zuko is more than a prince; Zuko is Zuk
by ~akaVertigo
Favourites
QuestionabledeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Not Kansas.
- MP3 player of choice: i-River
- Personal Quote: I'm gonna assume there's a deep spiritual reason explaining the potato chips in our bathro
- Tools of the Trade: Opposable thumbs.
- Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~akavertigo
- Email: musesan@gmail.com
- AIM: TheCallico
deviantART Notice
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
I'm going to go sit over here and be jealous now.
--
*****
Keep moving forward.
[link]
--
Check out the ~Syndrome-Violet club!!!!
And the ~Zuko-Katara club
Nother' club ~SyndromeClub
Yet another ~Incredibles-club
And 1 more ~violet-fans
Are you going to upload No Map here also
--
"Out Of clutter, find simplicity
From discord, find harmony
In middle of difficulty,
lies opportunity." - Einstein
if you do dont mention it outloud.
Ace = Fail
and attends the knitting club with EDNA? << lmao
--
Icon made by =Blackmago<3
--
I'm not "lazy", I'm "doing things challenged". <3
...I have a weepy girly love for TiaT.
(Clearly, we should dress as twins and solve mysteries.)
--
Carpe Aptenodytes!
Previous Page12345...Next Page