Mini-Meme: Ozai Edition!
Because I love writing Ozai way too much.
Any Ozai requests. Pick a pairing, an AU, a random crack-induced scenario, whatever, and I'll write it. One request per person, unless you're a) dark_puck, or b) one of my chatpost buddies, in which case you get three.
Any Ozai requests. Pick a pairing, an AU, a random crack-induced scenario, whatever, and I'll write it. One request per person, unless you're a) dark_puck, or b) one of my chatpost buddies, in which case you get three.
The young woman bit her lip and gently pulled his head in her lap, fingers working through the tangles in his hair. She needed a brush or a comb, something better than fingers. If someone would just come, she could ask-
But no one was going to come. Today was the first anniversary of War's End, and everyone was out celebrating. Even if it wasn't as loud and boisterous as other Fire celebrations, there was food and drink and merriment for all.
Who, in that, would care about the Firelord's fallen father?
A tear dripped down her face, and she blinked back others furiously.
Tian had just come to bring sweets to him, because his brother had brought her to the Palace kitchens in the first place and he had liked her cinnamon rolls. She just thought he'd appreciate the distraction on today of all days.
Her cinnamon rolls were scattered on the floor behind her, dropped when she saw the state he was in.
"Ursa..." His fingers convulsed, snapped open and closed in a child's firestarting technique. "Ursa, Ursa, I can't find it-"
"She's coming," Tian gulped, petting his hair. He was so cold, icy, and she couldn't tell if her warm touch was helping or hurting him more. "She's coming. She'll be here soon. You just have to hold on longer, lord. Please."
It was cruel to lie about that. Even if he probably wasn't coherent enough to understand her through the pain twisting his expression.
But she couldn't leave him like this, not alone and abandoned, not even to get help.
Because there was no one to get help from.
His fingernails were turning blue. She stared and tried not to cry again. It was too much, though, and hot tears spilled down her face as she reached to grab his hands and press them against her body. He needed warmth.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."
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Poor Ozai. Poor Tian. It's just so plain that Ozai is hurting and not really there, and that Tian is doing her best to help him work through it -- especially since nobody else will.
Ozai going so cold is a nice touch, given that he's lost his fire and possibly relived the moment Aang took away his bending, part of his soul. It also marks the difference between him and Tian, after a fashion -- him so cold and her so warm.
Extra wibbly is the calls for Ursa and Tian's lie that she's coming soon, and Ozai trying to start a fire but the bending just isn't there anymore.
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