I want to write me some delicious Ozai fic. Of the short variety, because I am also supposed to be writing some delicious Ozai fic of the long variety and writing all this longform stuff is making me want to claw out my brains
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Merchant Ozai: Meeting Azulon's Oldest Childbeckyh2112April 25 2011, 15:39:38 UTC
Iroh eyed the lieutenant seated across from him. The man was handsome enough to turn any woman's head. He could understand his little sister's lust, though not why she was mistaking desire for affection.
"Prince-General," Ozai said, bowing exactly as deeply as his rank required and not a finger-width further. "It was a great honor to receive your invitation."
"Hnh." Iroh poured himself a cup of jasmine tea, then served a more typical, though still good quality, black to the lieutenant. "You have quite the record, Lieutenant."
"I serve the Fire Nation to the best of my ability." He took up his tea but did not drink. Good, he had some understanding of rank.
Given everything else Iroh knew about the man, it was hardly a recommendation in his favor. "You're barely more than a Water Tribe savage. You have the exact same lust for atrocities."
The man's eyes flew wide then narrowed. "I don't believe in coddling our enemies."
"You like to kill," Iroh said bluntly. "I'm not surprised to see such a thing from a 'bender of your blood..."
Ozai set his teacup down with a hard click. "I have been told your tea is incomparable, but I must apologize for misleading you. I prefer coffee."
He did not wait for a dismissal, merely rose and stalked out of the room.
Iroh glared at his back. He could challenge the lieutenant to an Agni Kai for such an insult. Yet it was hardly worth the trouble for someone Ursa would quickly tire of and discard.
"Prince-General," Ozai said, bowing exactly as deeply as his rank required and not a finger-width further. "It was a great honor to receive your invitation."
"Hnh." Iroh poured himself a cup of jasmine tea, then served a more typical, though still good quality, black to the lieutenant. "You have quite the record, Lieutenant."
"I serve the Fire Nation to the best of my ability." He took up his tea but did not drink. Good, he had some understanding of rank.
Given everything else Iroh knew about the man, it was hardly a recommendation in his favor. "You're barely more than a Water Tribe savage. You have the exact same lust for atrocities."
The man's eyes flew wide then narrowed. "I don't believe in coddling our enemies."
"You like to kill," Iroh said bluntly. "I'm not surprised to see such a thing from a 'bender of your blood..."
Ozai set his teacup down with a hard click. "I have been told your tea is incomparable, but I must apologize for misleading you. I prefer coffee."
He did not wait for a dismissal, merely rose and stalked out of the room.
Iroh glared at his back. He could challenge the lieutenant to an Agni Kai for such an insult. Yet it was hardly worth the trouble for someone Ursa would quickly tire of and discard.
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So are you, Ozai. But you seem to have tried, at least.
Thank you, darling. ♥
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