not sure how you’d feel about this but I’ve always wondered. maiko child: “daddy how’d you get your scar on your chest?”

There was a stretch of quiet after the question, where Zuko fought a war to keep the sadness from his face, but, as always, he lost that battle. He mustered a smile anyway, and brushed his thumb over his child’s cheek. Zuko was glad every time the golden eyes of his own bloodline peered up at him, so he didn’t have to wonder about if they’d been blue instead of tawny.

“I lost some really tough fights all in a row.”

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