𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 • [ general iroh II x oc ]

Reminisce

Iroh's departure from the city had went by quicker that he'd expected, and before he knew it, three days had passed and he was already back on the swaying sea.

He was sitting at the bow of the ship, staring out at the endless ocean in front of him. He'd been in a bit of a haze, his mind still on his time in the city... Specifically on a certain someone.

That was probably the only comforting thought in his mind, that he'd most likely never see her again.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't a bad thing to think. Sure, he'd met a beautiful girl who was funny and sarcastic, and a bit of a pain in the ass. But, he had a life back in the Fire Nation to deal with, and he definitely didn't have time to be thinking about her.

Iroh let out a frustrated sigh.

He'd been trying almost the whole voyage to keep her out of his mind, but she was just so damned stubborn that she managed to weasel her way back in.

He ran a hand through his hair as he stared out at the open ocean, the ocean that separated him from the city... and her.

But, as much as he tried to convince himself of that, he couldn't shake her from his thoughts...

Ever since his departure, Aria hadn't been able to get him out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.

There had been a small part of her that was hoping he would show up at her window, but there was also a part of her that was praying that he didn't.

She laid spread out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She was alone with her thoughts, and they were all about the Prince.

She glanced at the man next to her, her chest still heaving up and down.
His face was flushed, sweat covered his body and there was a satisfied smirk on his face.

He let out a few more breaths before flopping down onto the bed, letting out a sigh.

"You're really something else." He panted. Aria sat up on the die of the bed and hummed, she sat up, pulling her top back on.

She pulled her shirt over her shoulders, the fabric sticking to her naked and sweaty skin.
"Yeah, I'm something alright." She said, a hint of a smile on her face.

She sat there silently for a moment, the man beside her catching his breath.

Aria glanced at him, her eyes roving over his body.

He was a really good looking guy, if you were into the muscular, tattooed type. Which usually, she was.

Though, this time around, she was too immersed in her own turmoil to care.

"The cash is on the dresser." The man smiled at her.

Aria's eyes flicked towards the dresser, seeing the money that he'd said was on there.

She took a breath, her eyes still lingering on the money.

"Thanks." She said softly, her voice neutral.

In the past, she'd never minded this part. This was what she was used to.

But, now, she just felt an odd pang of sadness as she took the money, stuffing it into her pocket.

The man propped his torso up and looked at her. "You know just once if like to do it without paying you."

Aria forced herself to look at him, her eyes meeting his.