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Contrary to popular belief, Azula did not hate everyone. She just hated almost everyone- especially those who didn't do, think, and feel what they were supposed to. Mothers were meant to love their children, no matter what- her mother was meant to love her, and when the time came, she was meant to die shocked and grieving, staring up at the cruel, maniacal face of her beloved only daughter. She wasn't supposed to die with an accepting, infuriating calmness- as if all along she had recognized the inevitable. As if all along she had known.
Her death would be so much less meaningful now.
Spinning around suddenly, Azula let the hairbrush fly, striking her gold-plated, full-length mirror with such force that it all at once shattered and cascaded onto the floor like so many droplets of razor-sharp water.
Standing there afterwards, among the diamond-like shards of glass, Azula felt surprisingly calm. Still, she had a feeling that Ty Lee would not be dropping by tonight (which was fine, of course).
Just fine.
OOC: ... That was a bit longer than it was meant to be. As for the last few lines... why yes, I am bending (non-specific as of yet) canon events to my will, why do you ask?
Her death would be so much less meaningful now.
Spinning around suddenly, Azula let the hairbrush fly, striking her gold-plated, full-length mirror with such force that it all at once shattered and cascaded onto the floor like so many droplets of razor-sharp water.
Standing there afterwards, among the diamond-like shards of glass, Azula felt surprisingly calm. Still, she had a feeling that Ty Lee would not be dropping by tonight (which was fine, of course).
Just fine.
OOC: ... That was a bit longer than it was meant to be. As for the last few lines... why yes, I am bending (non-specific as of yet) canon events to my will, why do you ask?
