[Drabble]
Player: banerry
Subject: Azula, Zuko
Table: B
Prompt: 027- Writer's Choice (Communication)
They both left at the same time.
It was dark outside, and the lights in Lilith's room were dimmed, too; neither of them had wanted to wake her up by turning them on. Abel had been returned and was currently on a mission in the New Human Empire, the crisis was over-- for now-- and the two that had watched over the Holy Madonna for two and a half days finally felt safe in leaving to return to their respective, entirely separate lives.
"Hey." Zuko's voice was low and soft, but in the silence of the hallway, it felt like a shout. Azula slowly turned, a flat, blank look on her face.
"You really love her, don't you." It wasn't a question. Azula stared, her gaze piercing him with an uncomfortable intensity that reminded him not of Ozai, but of Ursa-- of the stern, steady expression that she had only worn when defending him, the person she had loved most of all. Her eyes locked with his for five seconds, then ten-- and just when he was about to turn away and resign himself to the fact that his sister wasn't going to acknowledge his words any more than she usually did, she gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
Zuko had to keep a dumb, silly grin from spreading across his face when he spoke again. "Yeah. Me too." Azula nodded again, just the way that she had before. Then, she wordlessly turned and started walking again, leaving Zuko alone.
He stood there for a while, looking after her until long after she had gone. For most people it would have been nothing, but for them, it was huge.
For the first time since very early childhood, something had passed between them that was almost understanding.
Subject: Azula, Zuko
Table: B
Prompt: 027- Writer's Choice (Communication)
They both left at the same time.
It was dark outside, and the lights in Lilith's room were dimmed, too; neither of them had wanted to wake her up by turning them on. Abel had been returned and was currently on a mission in the New Human Empire, the crisis was over-- for now-- and the two that had watched over the Holy Madonna for two and a half days finally felt safe in leaving to return to their respective, entirely separate lives.
"Hey." Zuko's voice was low and soft, but in the silence of the hallway, it felt like a shout. Azula slowly turned, a flat, blank look on her face.
"You really love her, don't you." It wasn't a question. Azula stared, her gaze piercing him with an uncomfortable intensity that reminded him not of Ozai, but of Ursa-- of the stern, steady expression that she had only worn when defending him, the person she had loved most of all. Her eyes locked with his for five seconds, then ten-- and just when he was about to turn away and resign himself to the fact that his sister wasn't going to acknowledge his words any more than she usually did, she gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
Zuko had to keep a dumb, silly grin from spreading across his face when he spoke again. "Yeah. Me too." Azula nodded again, just the way that she had before. Then, she wordlessly turned and started walking again, leaving Zuko alone.
He stood there for a while, looking after her until long after she had gone. For most people it would have been nothing, but for them, it was huge.
For the first time since very early childhood, something had passed between them that was almost understanding.