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[Azula is standing in front of a mirror in a fairly unidentifiable bedroom-- there's a crib, and a bed that looks slept in, but there's nothing to give it away as being inside Cuddy's house except to those who have actually been there. Azula looks blank and detached, but still fairly stable-- somewhere between the mature teenaged ruler who knows ousting her father now would probably cost the Fire Nation the war, and the irrational wreck who needed to be sedated and kept under watch. At the moment, she's just starting to pull her hair up into it's usual topknot... and she's having a bit of trouble.
Her hair just won't stay where it's supposed to. The knot slips to the side, or strands of hair keep falling out of it, or the ribbon won't tie tight enough... she lets it fall and restarts the procedure no less than three times. It's clear that she's not used to having to do this thing by herself; that's what servants are for, after all. But she doesn't have servants here-- or anyone, really-- and she knows she can't go home. For a moment, her breathing hitches and quickens, and she almost looks like she's going to cry. But then her face hardens, and she picks up the hair tie to start over yet again.
She glances up at the mirror, and suddenly stops dead, her gaze transfixed. There's something about the way her downed hair looks that seems very familiar. Zuko and Ozai would probably be the most likely to notice it, but she looks a lot like her mother. Azula stares at her reflection, looking almost spooked. Then, without warning, she grabs her trimming scissors and hacks off a large chunk of her hair. She brings the scissors up again to continue cutting, but at the last second she drops them on the floor. She stands there, shorn hair still in hand, looking dazed and astonished at what she's just done.]
Video out.]
OOC: Adapted from a scene in show!canon to fit DDD!canon (aka, I took out the hallucinating, mirror-smashing, and cryyyyyyying, and kind of changed the reason for her cutting her hair). Also, THIS IS ENTIRELY YUE'S FAULT; SHE MADE ME DO IT. :|
Her hair just won't stay where it's supposed to. The knot slips to the side, or strands of hair keep falling out of it, or the ribbon won't tie tight enough... she lets it fall and restarts the procedure no less than three times. It's clear that she's not used to having to do this thing by herself; that's what servants are for, after all. But she doesn't have servants here-- or anyone, really-- and she knows she can't go home. For a moment, her breathing hitches and quickens, and she almost looks like she's going to cry. But then her face hardens, and she picks up the hair tie to start over yet again.
She glances up at the mirror, and suddenly stops dead, her gaze transfixed. There's something about the way her downed hair looks that seems very familiar. Zuko and Ozai would probably be the most likely to notice it, but she looks a lot like her mother. Azula stares at her reflection, looking almost spooked. Then, without warning, she grabs her trimming scissors and hacks off a large chunk of her hair. She brings the scissors up again to continue cutting, but at the last second she drops them on the floor. She stands there, shorn hair still in hand, looking dazed and astonished at what she's just done.]
Video out.]
OOC: Adapted from a scene in show!canon to fit DDD!canon (aka, I took out the hallucinating, mirror-smashing, and cryyyyyyying, and kind of changed the reason for her cutting her hair). Also, THIS IS ENTIRELY YUE'S FAULT; SHE MADE ME DO IT. :|
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