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Who: Azula (sofaultless) and Katara (waterbending)
What: Azula bossing Katara around; the aftermath of Smellerbee’s assault on Azula.
When: A few hours after this.
Where: The house.
Rating: PG-13 at worst.
Azula woke up a mess, unintentionally. She’d napped for a few hours, at most.
She stayed where she was for a good ten minutes, furious and fuming. She just laid there, thinking in circles about what to do about her current situation: kill Smellerbee. Have Kal-El kill Smellerbee. Kill someone else to get to Smellerbee. Get Kal-El to kill Iroh for getting involved -- teach that insolent girl to mind her own business and not touch people without permission, or else other people get hurt.
Her nose hurt. She reached up to touch it, gingerly, and was relieved to find it wasn’t broken. Perhaps bruised. Her cheekbone, just under her left eye, was sore, too, and she knew that would definitely bruise. It felt tender to the touch.
Azula pushed herself up to sit, shoved her pillows haphazardly into something to lean against, and she brushed her fingertips against her upper lip. The blood from her nosebleed had mostly been wiped away, and it was all over the white sheets, but she could brush off dried red dust from her face anyway.
“Ugh,” she scoffed, angrily, “UGH.”
What: Azula bossing Katara around; the aftermath of Smellerbee’s assault on Azula.
When: A few hours after this.
Where: The house.
Rating: PG-13 at worst.
Azula woke up a mess, unintentionally. She’d napped for a few hours, at most.
She stayed where she was for a good ten minutes, furious and fuming. She just laid there, thinking in circles about what to do about her current situation: kill Smellerbee. Have Kal-El kill Smellerbee. Kill someone else to get to Smellerbee. Get Kal-El to kill Iroh for getting involved -- teach that insolent girl to mind her own business and not touch people without permission, or else other people get hurt.
Her nose hurt. She reached up to touch it, gingerly, and was relieved to find it wasn’t broken. Perhaps bruised. Her cheekbone, just under her left eye, was sore, too, and she knew that would definitely bruise. It felt tender to the touch.
Azula pushed herself up to sit, shoved her pillows haphazardly into something to lean against, and she brushed her fingertips against her upper lip. The blood from her nosebleed had mostly been wiped away, and it was all over the white sheets, but she could brush off dried red dust from her face anyway.
“Ugh,” she scoffed, angrily, “UGH.”