Jan. 3rd, 2009

Virus'd

Jan. 3rd, 2009 01:37 am
Azula had been in her room at her father's mansion (of course she had a mansion) when Karen had asked to come over. She had agreed to the visit unquestioningly, despite knowing Karen's current state (and despite the small, still-jealous part of her that wanted to tell her to go talk to her Pretty Cure friends about her problems).
Azula had never been good at the comforting thing. It wasn't as if she had ever really made an effort- even simple compassion seemed to be a foreign concept to her (one of the things that she was most infamous for at school was slapping a girl who had been crying too loudly in the bathroom- her only explanation for her actions was that the sound had been irritating). People knew not to be upset around her, for any reason. Best case scenario, she'd snap at them to leave her presence, or try to make them stop crying- the hard way. Worst case scenario, she'd figure out a way to use their "vulnerability" against them. She simply did not console, or soothe, or reassure- that was a job for other people.

But Karen was her best friend- and even Azula had her exceptions.

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