AVATAR | return to sender {azula/mai}
TITLE. return to sender.
FANDOM. Avatar: The Last Airbender.
PAIRING. Mai/Azula.
PROMPT. "Azula tries to convince Mai that Zuko is never coming back." -- yamiloo
RATING. K+
NOTES. UHM. Probably not what you wanted. Sorry.
Mai is a year older than Azula, but nowhere near as smart. This is what Azula thinks as she walks down the outside corridor and sees Mai sitting by the pond, feeding turtleducks. Her shoulders are stiff and hunched. There is a crumpled paper floating on the water, ink smudged, and Mai’s hair, for once, is down.
Azula walks up next to her, silent and predatory, and sets the note on fire with a flick of her wrist. Next to her, Mai stares blankly as the page turns to ash and drifts apart. The tips of her fingers are black. “And here I thought you were too emotionless to care about my precious little brother.”
Mai’s voice is tight, controlled. “What do you want, Azula?”
“What?” Azula’s smirk is the just the right shade of patronizing. “I thought friends were supposed to help each other in times of need? Or whatever it is Ty Lee goes on about.”
“We aren’t friends,” Mai hisses, nails digging into the dirt. Her hair is very pretty in the sunlight - shiny, straight. Azula thinks of Zuko’s fixation with it and reaches out to touch the roots. Soft. Mai tenses. “I’ll ask you again: what do you want, Azula?”
“You know Zuzu isn’t going to come back, right?” Her fingers slide down, briefly touch Mai’s cheek, brush under her jaw. “He loves his honour far more than he ever loved you.”
Mai slaps her hand away. Azula’s lips pull back over her teeth, twist. “You never meant a thing to him.”
“I meant enough for him to leave a note,” Mai says, and looks up at her finally, eyes hard and glaring. “So yeah, you’re right - he probably didn’t care about me at all.”
Azula’s pretty-girl sneer lessens. “Then why are you brooding?”
“I’m not,” Mai goes, almost-smiling as a turtleduck nips at her palm. “I’m moving on.”
Azula lets her hand linger on Mai’s shoulder. “I will kill him for what he’s done.”
“To me?” Mai asks, tilting her head. “Or to you?”
Azula is quiet. Mai’s skin is warmer than she thought.
FANDOM. Avatar: The Last Airbender.
PAIRING. Mai/Azula.
PROMPT. "Azula tries to convince Mai that Zuko is never coming back." -- yamiloo
RATING. K+
NOTES. UHM. Probably not what you wanted. Sorry.
Mai is a year older than Azula, but nowhere near as smart. This is what Azula thinks as she walks down the outside corridor and sees Mai sitting by the pond, feeding turtleducks. Her shoulders are stiff and hunched. There is a crumpled paper floating on the water, ink smudged, and Mai’s hair, for once, is down.
Azula walks up next to her, silent and predatory, and sets the note on fire with a flick of her wrist. Next to her, Mai stares blankly as the page turns to ash and drifts apart. The tips of her fingers are black. “And here I thought you were too emotionless to care about my precious little brother.”
Mai’s voice is tight, controlled. “What do you want, Azula?”
“What?” Azula’s smirk is the just the right shade of patronizing. “I thought friends were supposed to help each other in times of need? Or whatever it is Ty Lee goes on about.”
“We aren’t friends,” Mai hisses, nails digging into the dirt. Her hair is very pretty in the sunlight - shiny, straight. Azula thinks of Zuko’s fixation with it and reaches out to touch the roots. Soft. Mai tenses. “I’ll ask you again: what do you want, Azula?”
“You know Zuzu isn’t going to come back, right?” Her fingers slide down, briefly touch Mai’s cheek, brush under her jaw. “He loves his honour far more than he ever loved you.”
Mai slaps her hand away. Azula’s lips pull back over her teeth, twist. “You never meant a thing to him.”
“I meant enough for him to leave a note,” Mai says, and looks up at her finally, eyes hard and glaring. “So yeah, you’re right - he probably didn’t care about me at all.”
Azula’s pretty-girl sneer lessens. “Then why are you brooding?”
“I’m not,” Mai goes, almost-smiling as a turtleduck nips at her palm. “I’m moving on.”
Azula lets her hand linger on Mai’s shoulder. “I will kill him for what he’s done.”
“To me?” Mai asks, tilting her head. “Or to you?”
Azula is quiet. Mai’s skin is warmer than she thought.