avatar drabble: sacrifice your moral standards (Ursa, Ozai)
sacrifice your moral standards
Summary: Give me the sweetest goodbye I will ever receive. Ursa, Ozai, and the night that changes everything.
Characters: Ursa, Ozai
Word Count: 300
Prompt: avatar_contest ; 036. Voltage // Challenge
From day one, aristocracy screws your head with its deceptive concept of a fairytale.
The royal signups for Fire Nation’s highest circle is open and you are thankful for the paint that makes your eyes brighter and lips fuller- it gives the right people illusion of happiness.
You survive it all, to everyone’s disdain (being the Avatar’s granddaughter does not give you any advantage when the eyes of the dead Fire Lord still haunts the halls of the palace) and take the place right beside the youngest prince (the other son, other brother) and all eyes in the room burn you alive.
Years passed and cracks start appearing, especially in this gilded palace with a twisted perception of honor, where love holds a thousand different meanings.
One day, a challenge against the throne is issued.
Golden eyes meet as you two circle each other; ambition is one thing but sacrificing your own son is another. His eyes are hard and you want to scream, want to tear him apart inch by inch because you know (he knows) that this is done and you are the only one who can do something to stop it.
When the night comes, he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear as your bodies meet- and he touches you with something akin to love that create sparks in your stomach. His hands, the ones you see weaving patterns of deadly lightning- (you can feel the electricity surging inside him) move to caress your face with tenderness you do not expect.
You almost wish that this can end with a happily ever after. Alas, he’s no hero, you’re no heroine and this is not Oma and Shu.
(When all is said and done, the emperor died with a smoking hole on where his heart used to be)