"I never understood it, Uncle, until coming to this world... ...I taught Aurora songs from our world, too, actually. We, uh—" He glances aside, nervously, realizing this is an open admission that he was singing with a stranger — a pretty girl. Not that he's mentioned she's so pretty yet, but it's implied. "We met in a meditation tent. A magic tent that played sounds that relaxed whoever was in it. There was this exercise going on about learning how to synchronize magic with people, a trust exercise. Uncle, when she sang— a forest appeared...! An enchanted forest appeared all around us, an illusion, glowing, and there was the sound of a zheng playing that Fire Nation lullaby about the little soldier boy, and it was like— like magic! I mean, it was magic, but it was like magic, too, you know?"
He'd never seen anything like it in his life, he was stunned from that moment on, amazed at this world, all its possibilities, amazed at his own blindness...
"We also sang Four Seasons. And— I taught Gokudera that song, too, much later on. Not so long ago. He played it for me on the piano, actually — he just copied it when I sang it... Uncle, it was amazing, I wish you could have seen him— I've never heard sounds like that!" Somehow the mafioso has found his way into this conversation, too, as he has many others, with the same kind of energy as Zuko speaks with when speaking about Aurora, little change in his animation and admiration. "And when Aurora sang, too, and her voice, wow— she sang a song about a dream... The way she danced, the way he played— I don't know how to describe it. There's something deeper moving them than like anything I've ever seen back home. It's not like singing 'the Girls In Ba Sing Se,' Uncle. It was different. Is it really just— passion, you called it? That's it?"
That seemed too simple. Zuko felt he knows what passion feels like. But he's far more limited than he even knows yet. He knows what intensity feels like; he knows what drive feels like; passion is something else he's not been allowed to fully explore, whether by his father, his culture, or his own self.
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Date: 2021-06-04 05:20 am (UTC)He'd never seen anything like it in his life, he was stunned from that moment on, amazed at this world, all its possibilities, amazed at his own blindness...
"We also sang Four Seasons. And— I taught Gokudera that song, too, much later on. Not so long ago. He played it for me on the piano, actually — he just copied it when I sang it... Uncle, it was amazing, I wish you could have seen him— I've never heard sounds like that!" Somehow the mafioso has found his way into this conversation, too, as he has many others, with the same kind of energy as Zuko speaks with when speaking about Aurora, little change in his animation and admiration. "And when Aurora sang, too, and her voice, wow— she sang a song about a dream... The way she danced, the way he played— I don't know how to describe it. There's something deeper moving them than like anything I've ever seen back home. It's not like singing 'the Girls In Ba Sing Se,' Uncle. It was different. Is it really just— passion, you called it? That's it?"
That seemed too simple. Zuko felt he knows what passion feels like. But he's far more limited than he even knows yet. He knows what intensity feels like; he knows what drive feels like; passion is something else he's not been allowed to fully explore, whether by his father, his culture, or his own self.