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In all his life, Zuko has never known much about beauty.
He knows of pain, and he knows of…intensity. Every important thing he has ever felt can be better described as intense than happy or sad or beautiful. His emotions have always been a throbbing mass in his chest, a complicated knot that he couldn’t untie if he tried.
He sits beside the sleeping woman on the bed, careful not to wake her. His fingers ghost over her long hair, the soft skin of her eyelids, and rest lightly on her cheek.
The knot tugs painfully at his heart