I hope this is at least something like what you meant. I just kind of took the prompt and ran with it.
It had been raining for days now, as if the sky was trying to do its part in putting out the Fire Nation. They were mostly protected underneath the cliffs of the Western Air Temple, but the earth was saturated and all the excess rainwater was falling into the temple.
It was nearing the end, now. Sokka could feel it. After a century of oppressing the rest of the world, the Fire Nation was going to fall.
It wasn't that hard to figure out, really. He knew it the moment Azula came to them. He knew he shouldn't trust her, not after everything she'd done, but even Zuko was baffled at this new Azula before them. Things were going badly on the Fire Nation's side, and she said that she just wanted to be on the winning one.
"Her hopes are on the throne," Zuko told Sokka in private, looking away with nervous eyes. "She thought that Father would win. But now that she sees he probably won't, she's come to our side in hopes of attaining it anyway. I can't let that happen." The warrior nodded, thinking Zuko was probably right, but feeling weird about the whole situation anyway.
The Fire Nation Princess was an absolute mess. She wouldn't really talk to anyone, though that came as no surprise. She remained in her room for what seemed like days at a time. Sokka couldn't contain his curiosity, he had to find out what she was doing.
It was easy enough to sneak over there. Her room was separate from the rest, by her choice, but it wasn't that odd to go past in on the way to his own chambers. Sokka looked around, making sure nobody else was there, and stepped closer to her door.
It turned out that it was open a crack, the sound of rushing rainwater echoing from her room into the hallway. He tried to peek through, but couldn't really see much of anything. It was enough, however, to determine that her back was to the door, and that he was marginally safe to inch it open further.
He proceeded to do so, tense with anxiety and praying that the hinges weren't squeaky. He went as slowly as he possibly could, and he got the opening a few centimeters wider before the door began to creak. If he had been smart, he would have run to hide, but he stood frozen in the doorway, hoping upon hope that she hadn't heard.
Azula did hear it. She cocked her head, the first movement he'd seen from her. But she got up to look out the window, struggling to make out any sound but the draining water, apparently wrong about where the sound had come from. Sokka's breath rushed out of his nose in relief.
As she was standing at the window he could see her a lot better, her head turned so he could see her profile. She looked awful, really. It was clear she'd been crying for a long time, as if she and the storm clouds were one. There was a permanent look of confusion and frustration on her face. Golden eyes were narrowed, but her lips were fixed in a sad frown. He felt like he shouldn't think of her as so tragically beautiful just then, but he couldn't help himself.
What would she do if he entered to comfort her? Would she be receptive, let him hold her and soothe her pain? Could he smooth her brows and light up her eyes?
No. He knew exactly what she'd do: she'd try to kill him. He'd be on fire or electrocuted before he knew it. He couldn't just waltz in there and expect her to be a different person.
But he could work on it. He could slowly become nice to her, try to get her to open up. He wanted to heal her, he wanted to help her become someone she'd never been. For a moment, he thought maybe if he made her better again, the rain would stop.
Okay, Sokka, he thought to himself, That's just stupid. She doesn't control the weather.
But he smiled to himself as he made his way to his own room, ready to set out a course of action for Operation: Azula.
I didn't have anything specific in mind when either XD I was just in the mood of some angst, and rain is usually associated with angst, so that's why I wrote that prompt.
It had been raining for days now, as if the sky was trying to do its part in putting out the Fire Nation. They were mostly protected underneath the cliffs of the Western Air Temple, but the earth was saturated and all the excess rainwater was falling into the temple.
It was nearing the end, now. Sokka could feel it. After a century of oppressing the rest of the world, the Fire Nation was going to fall.
It wasn't that hard to figure out, really. He knew it the moment Azula came to them. He knew he shouldn't trust her, not after everything she'd done, but even Zuko was baffled at this new Azula before them. Things were going badly on the Fire Nation's side, and she said that she just wanted to be on the winning one.
"Her hopes are on the throne," Zuko told Sokka in private, looking away with nervous eyes. "She thought that Father would win. But now that she sees he probably won't, she's come to our side in hopes of attaining it anyway. I can't let that happen." The warrior nodded, thinking Zuko was probably right, but feeling weird about the whole situation anyway.
The Fire Nation Princess was an absolute mess. She wouldn't really talk to anyone, though that came as no surprise. She remained in her room for what seemed like days at a time. Sokka couldn't contain his curiosity, he had to find out what she was doing.
It was easy enough to sneak over there. Her room was separate from the rest, by her choice, but it wasn't that odd to go past in on the way to his own chambers. Sokka looked around, making sure nobody else was there, and stepped closer to her door.
It turned out that it was open a crack, the sound of rushing rainwater echoing from her room into the hallway. He tried to peek through, but couldn't really see much of anything. It was enough, however, to determine that her back was to the door, and that he was marginally safe to inch it open further.
He proceeded to do so, tense with anxiety and praying that the hinges weren't squeaky. He went as slowly as he possibly could, and he got the opening a few centimeters wider before the door began to creak. If he had been smart, he would have run to hide, but he stood frozen in the doorway, hoping upon hope that she hadn't heard.
Azula did hear it. She cocked her head, the first movement he'd seen from her. But she got up to look out the window, struggling to make out any sound but the draining water, apparently wrong about where the sound had come from. Sokka's breath rushed out of his nose in relief.
As she was standing at the window he could see her a lot better, her head turned so he could see her profile. She looked awful, really. It was clear she'd been crying for a long time, as if she and the storm clouds were one. There was a permanent look of confusion and frustration on her face. Golden eyes were narrowed, but her lips were fixed in a sad frown. He felt like he shouldn't think of her as so tragically beautiful just then, but he couldn't help himself.
What would she do if he entered to comfort her? Would she be receptive, let him hold her and soothe her pain? Could he smooth her brows and light up her eyes?
No. He knew exactly what she'd do: she'd try to kill him. He'd be on fire or electrocuted before he knew it. He couldn't just waltz in there and expect her to be a different person.
But he could work on it. He could slowly become nice to her, try to get her to open up. He wanted to heal her, he wanted to help her become someone she'd never been. For a moment, he thought maybe if he made her better again, the rain would stop.
Okay, Sokka, he thought to himself, That's just stupid. She doesn't control the weather.
But he smiled to himself as he made his way to his own room, ready to set out a course of action for Operation: Azula.
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I didn't have anything specific in mind when either XD I was just in the mood of some angst, and rain is usually associated with angst, so that's why I wrote that prompt.
Thank you very much! ^^
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