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In the Palace Gardens
Azula knew from experience that when Ty Lee said "I'm coming anyway", she meant it- and for once, she wasn't in the mood to argue, or to threaten, or to fight.
She hated viruses.
The gardens were deserted, as she knew they would be- it was a couple of hours after midnight, after all. She didn't carry a candle, or anything that might alert someone to her presence. The full moon was bright enough to see by- and, having grown up here, she knew the grounds well.
She wasn't staying in her room, of course. Servants were working on fixing the bed, and the curtains, and the armoire- all of which had been burned during the... incident with that despicable woman. For the time being, Azula had relocated to one of the palace's many guest rooms, and while it was certainly spacious and comfortable, and and had all the amenities she desired, it wasn't her room.
It wasn't as though she couldn't handle anything less than the highest luxuries, of course- after all, how much time had she spent in the wilderness, searching for the Avatar?
At the moment, however, Azula wanted something familiar.
She hated viruses.
The gardens were deserted, as she knew they would be- it was a couple of hours after midnight, after all. She didn't carry a candle, or anything that might alert someone to her presence. The full moon was bright enough to see by- and, having grown up here, she knew the grounds well.
She wasn't staying in her room, of course. Servants were working on fixing the bed, and the curtains, and the armoire- all of which had been burned during the... incident with that despicable woman. For the time being, Azula had relocated to one of the palace's many guest rooms, and while it was certainly spacious and comfortable, and and had all the amenities she desired, it wasn't her room.
It wasn't as though she couldn't handle anything less than the highest luxuries, of course- after all, how much time had she spent in the wilderness, searching for the Avatar?
At the moment, however, Azula wanted something familiar.
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The room Azula was staying in at the moment was much closer to the gardens than her own, and they were safely inside by the time the rain started. She had gone outside wearing her robe and dressing gown, so no changing was in order- she simply slid out of her slippers and climbed into bed.
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Thunder rolled across the sky, closer now. Azula had loved thunderstorms- especially nighttime ones- ever since she was a child.
Perhaps this would turn out all right after all.
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Besides...Ty Lee pressed close, stealing some warmth. The night was good so far.
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OOC: ... Edit because I wrote 'Ty Lee' instead of 'Azula', and therefore accidently godmodded... XD
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Instead, however, Azula clung to her, burying her her face in Ty Lee's hair. Her mind was a mess of conflicted thoughts and emotions. Make her leave. (Don't LET her leave.) She hates you. (Maybe she doesn't.) It's a VIRUS. (Maybe that doesn't matter.) It'll go away. (Maybe it won't.) She's going to leave, no matter what; she should be banished before she has the chance. (She wouldn't... she...)
But no matter what, Azula was not going to cry.
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Ty Lee was as close as she could be Azula, near. She finally was so close...but it was all just a virus, wasn't it? She probably wouldn't even remember it later. "Don't...stop." She spoke it quietly.
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That did it. Despite her resolve, Azula began to cry. Though she did her best to keep back any embarrassing or undignified sob-like sounds... it didn't work that well.
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"You don't have to cry..."
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Ty Lee wasn't in the mood to argue with Azula.
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Then, because she didn't think Ty Lee had heard her the first time (she wasn't really sure she had wanted her to, anyway), and because the virus was going to wear off soon (and Ty Lee might not remember anything, so it didn't matter as much), and because Ty Lee was acting a bit more like... well, the old Ty Lee, she said, a little bit more loudly and clearly this time (and with just the right amount of defensiveness, nonchalance, and feigned annoyance), "I love you."
It was Ty Lee's fault, after all. She had done far more risqué things that night- kissed her neck, for goodness sake. That was quite a bit less innocent than anything Azula had ever done. She frowned. If wasn't as if she could get accused of molestation again- she would have plenty of things to counter with if she was.
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"I love you, too."
Ramza's going to...well, I do love everyone.
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