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The First Night
Jun. 9th, 2008 05:14 amOOC: I'm writing this at like 5:30AM (I know), so I know the writing's kind of "eh"... I'll probably come back and edit a bit of the wording later.
The door to Azula's room flew open, then slammed shut behind her. She didn't care who heard- she had already frightened several servants en route from the courtyard, and they were sure to be gossiping about it already. The fools. If she heard anything herself, she'd have to punish them.
Crossing the large room quickly and with purpose (the way she liked to do everything), she came to stand at the head of her bed, narrowing her eyes at the soft, inviting pillows and wonderfully warm blankets. She was so dreadfully tired. She just wanted to sleep. But...
Those nasty, niggling thoughts from the day before were still stubbornly running through her mind, refusing to leave her alone. Ty Lee doesn't really want to stay with you- she wants to run off with those lesser, unworthy "friends" just like Mai did. She wants to betray you. She wants to leave you with no close allies. She may pretend that she doesn't, but she wants to... With a snarl, Azula turned on her heel and began pacing quickly around the room. It wasn't something she normally did, but it helped her think.
Perhaps she should make Ty Lee kill Ursa, to prove her loyalty. But... no. Azula- in a desperately childish way that annoyed her (but not enough to make her change her mind)- wanted to do it herself. That was the problem, though. Her mother hated her. Hated her. But Azula wanted her to love her- so that when the time came, she would die with a look of shocked, betrayed sadness on her face. Azula wanted her to love her, so that when she killed her, it would hurt all the more.
Standing up suddenly, Azula crossed the room in long, quick strides. She angrily locked the door, then seamlessly turned around and stalked back to her bed where she sat down and dropped her head into her hands, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. She could feel the beginnings of an awful headache coming on, and she had no idea how to stop it.
OOC: So, the door's locked... anyone wanting to come in will have to knock first. ;)
The door to Azula's room flew open, then slammed shut behind her. She didn't care who heard- she had already frightened several servants en route from the courtyard, and they were sure to be gossiping about it already. The fools. If she heard anything herself, she'd have to punish them.
Crossing the large room quickly and with purpose (the way she liked to do everything), she came to stand at the head of her bed, narrowing her eyes at the soft, inviting pillows and wonderfully warm blankets. She was so dreadfully tired. She just wanted to sleep. But...
Those nasty, niggling thoughts from the day before were still stubbornly running through her mind, refusing to leave her alone. Ty Lee doesn't really want to stay with you- she wants to run off with those lesser, unworthy "friends" just like Mai did. She wants to betray you. She wants to leave you with no close allies. She may pretend that she doesn't, but she wants to... With a snarl, Azula turned on her heel and began pacing quickly around the room. It wasn't something she normally did, but it helped her think.
Perhaps she should make Ty Lee kill Ursa, to prove her loyalty. But... no. Azula- in a desperately childish way that annoyed her (but not enough to make her change her mind)- wanted to do it herself. That was the problem, though. Her mother hated her. Hated her. But Azula wanted her to love her- so that when the time came, she would die with a look of shocked, betrayed sadness on her face. Azula wanted her to love her, so that when she killed her, it would hurt all the more.
Standing up suddenly, Azula crossed the room in long, quick strides. She angrily locked the door, then seamlessly turned around and stalked back to her bed where she sat down and dropped her head into her hands, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. She could feel the beginnings of an awful headache coming on, and she had no idea how to stop it.
OOC: So, the door's locked... anyone wanting to come in will have to knock first. ;)
