ZW: HistoryShe held the mask close to her skin, as if that would bring him back. Many nights she tried, but it was all the same. All in vain. No matter how hard she tried or wished or hoped, he was still gone and nothing would bring him back. The only thing she had left to cling to was the memories.all of my memories keep you near She longed for those warm nights they spent together. The way his body felt against hers. The way his kisses felt against her lips. She could almost still feel his body next to hers, his hands all over her, his touch.in silent moments imagine you'd be hereBut those nights when they were the Painted Lady and Blue Spirit had long disappeared. They left when he left. Now all she had was a mask to remind herself of pain she felt. No matter how many times she tried to be just the Painted Lady, she couldn't. She ended up curling up in his bedroom, holding his mask. The last thing he touched. Because it reminded her of him. Because she could still
ZKM-DesireHis heart raced every time he saw her. He couldn't explain it, but he was overcome with this feeling of longing, of wanting to touch her, caress her, be next to her in every possible way. Every time he tried to speak to her, he was a wreck – he couldn't talk except random nonsense , and he sweated way too much. What she was doing to him, he didn't know, but he wanted a fix.He loved the way she smiled and the way her laugh sounded – even if it was at him. He loved how passionate she became about everything. It was almost as if she should have been born in the Fire Nation as fiery as she became, but then maybe he wouldn't want her as much as he did.And when they fought… oh he loved it when they fought. It was when her spark burned the brightest. The fire and water dancing around the two of them, creating their own personal space.He had to admit it, he desired the Water Tribe girl and he would do whatever it took to win her.
ZW: SecretThe scars did nothing to him except made him hide more. He was still the same as he always had been. Maybe that's what made his father furious even more. The fact that the scars were supposed to teach him a lesson and they didn't. Maybe they weren't big enough, strong enough to teach a lesson. So, Ozai decided to really teach his son a lesson by burning a mark on his face. A permanent disgrace for everyone to see the beast he was. Yet, that did nothing. Sure, Zuko was embarrassed to have those scars and half his face burned to a crisp, but he did nothing different.It was then Ozai realized nothing could be done to fix his son. He banished his son to an abandoned island where no one could ever see him. Ozai told Zuko it was for his own good, that people would see the scars and become afraid, that people would think of him as a beast. But really, it was because Ozai grew sick of looking at his deformed son. Ozai couldn't allow anyone to see this beast that came from him. Zuko no longer
ZW: MaskIt started with a mask.Uncle thought it would be funny if Zuko had a piece of something he once was. So he found a merchant who was selling masks and purchased every one there. Uncle laughed when Zuko opened the package and saw hundreds of masks inside. Zuko, on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled with the idea of having so many masks around. Sure, his Uncle was trying to make Zuko feel better, but it wasn't working.That is, until he saw one mask hidden at the very bottom of the box. Zuko knew exactly what it was without touching it, yet he still had to. The blue face haunted him, the evil smirk called to him. So the Fire Lord kept the mask hidden away in his private room, away from everyone else, while the rest of the masks were on display in his library. It was for Uncle's sake they were on displayed, but everyone called the room the "mask room" instead of the library and said it was Zuko who wanted them, who wanted more masks.Months later, he knew he needed a break from it all an