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tampered2008-08-12 12:18 am
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When; Aug 12.
Rating; TBA, but knowing Azula, probably PG13.
Characters; Azula & Katara
Summary; Two words: Handcuff Day.
Log;
Azula rarely awoke gently, even back when her world hadn't been turned upside down by gods knew what/who. It happened even less often here, where nightmares were most prevalent.
But not this morning, where the sun shining through the broken shades was what finally caused her to stir. That, of course, and the strange weight on her wrist. Something oddly cool, the wrong temperature.
And a warmth, something Azula was also very unfamiliar with. She turned quickly and pressed her hands together, ready to push a flame--
No, Azula. You're inside.
Not that her hand was responding correctly. Another arm had come with it. A dark arm, delicate fingers and...
Azula's lips curled into a smile, which was as sincere as she was ever likely to get. (Which wasn't very when it came to kindness, but she was definitely amused.)
She leaned forward slowly, careful to not wake the other girl before she got her first strike in. Her lips fluttered close to her cheek, her mouth still curved into a cruel smirk. "Wakey, wakey, sweetheart~"
Rating; TBA, but knowing Azula, probably PG13.
Characters; Azula & Katara
Summary; Two words: Handcuff Day.
Log;
Azula rarely awoke gently, even back when her world hadn't been turned upside down by gods knew what/who. It happened even less often here, where nightmares were most prevalent.
But not this morning, where the sun shining through the broken shades was what finally caused her to stir. That, of course, and the strange weight on her wrist. Something oddly cool, the wrong temperature.
And a warmth, something Azula was also very unfamiliar with. She turned quickly and pressed her hands together, ready to push a flame--
No, Azula. You're inside.
Not that her hand was responding correctly. Another arm had come with it. A dark arm, delicate fingers and...
Azula's lips curled into a smile, which was as sincere as she was ever likely to get. (Which wasn't very when it came to kindness, but she was definitely amused.)
She leaned forward slowly, careful to not wake the other girl before she got her first strike in. Her lips fluttered close to her cheek, her mouth still curved into a cruel smirk. "Wakey, wakey, sweetheart~"