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2. I wanna be free
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko/Mai
Rated: T
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2. I wanna be free
It’s a late night and she’s slipping out of her room in the darkness, wandering down the hallway in heavy nightclothes, a robe over her nightdress, immune to the heat, hair loosened from her usual buns and tied back instead in a loose ponytail. She presses herself to the wall outside his room and he’s awake, or at least the candles are burning against the darkness. She shouldn’t be here. She hasn’t any business here. But she can’t help it, she wants to be close.
Last night, she couldn’t sleep and she wandered the halls, only to overhear things she shouldn’t have been awake to listen to. He’ll be of age soon, the sooner he’s married off, the better. She’s currently the favored candidate, sometime this week they’ll be expected to have tea together, and this first step will determine whether or not there will be more. Her heart thunders, she hears a sound behind the thick rice paper walls and backs away into a shadow, biting her lip.
He steps from his room and she can tell from the way his shoulders are thrust back that he heard something. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move. He glances around, lips curled downward in fury, and she closes her eyes, pressing her back to the cool pillar. She’s smaller, she’s slimmer, she’s not breathing, she doesn’t peek.
“Who’s there?” he hisses. “Azula?” He squints and she can see a shine in the corners of his eyes and on his cheeks. He’s been crying and he thinks she’s his sister. Oh, this could be bad.
“No,” she mumbles, her eyes dropping to the floor as she steps from the shadows.
“It’s just me. I couldn’t sleep.”
He’s silent for a moment, and she can see his hand dart up to wipe the tears from his eyes. Her head starts to ache from blushing so hard. She can’t help it, she feels stupid, wanting to tell him things will be all right. It isn’t her place.
“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he says, brusque but calmer now that he knows who she is. “You could get us both in trouble.”
She hesitates for so long her chest aches from holding her breath, then hugs him as hard as she can. He goes stiff as a board and stares at the top of her head. She can feel it. She might throw up, she’s so nervous.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, fleeing, and he’s still staring at her as she sprints back down the hall, bare feet hardly making a sound on the stone floor.
He’s right, she decides. Girls are crazy.
Pairing: Zuko/Mai
Rated: T
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2. I wanna be free
It’s a late night and she’s slipping out of her room in the darkness, wandering down the hallway in heavy nightclothes, a robe over her nightdress, immune to the heat, hair loosened from her usual buns and tied back instead in a loose ponytail. She presses herself to the wall outside his room and he’s awake, or at least the candles are burning against the darkness. She shouldn’t be here. She hasn’t any business here. But she can’t help it, she wants to be close.
Last night, she couldn’t sleep and she wandered the halls, only to overhear things she shouldn’t have been awake to listen to. He’ll be of age soon, the sooner he’s married off, the better. She’s currently the favored candidate, sometime this week they’ll be expected to have tea together, and this first step will determine whether or not there will be more. Her heart thunders, she hears a sound behind the thick rice paper walls and backs away into a shadow, biting her lip.
He steps from his room and she can tell from the way his shoulders are thrust back that he heard something. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move. He glances around, lips curled downward in fury, and she closes her eyes, pressing her back to the cool pillar. She’s smaller, she’s slimmer, she’s not breathing, she doesn’t peek.
“Who’s there?” he hisses. “Azula?” He squints and she can see a shine in the corners of his eyes and on his cheeks. He’s been crying and he thinks she’s his sister. Oh, this could be bad.
“No,” she mumbles, her eyes dropping to the floor as she steps from the shadows.
“It’s just me. I couldn’t sleep.”
He’s silent for a moment, and she can see his hand dart up to wipe the tears from his eyes. Her head starts to ache from blushing so hard. She can’t help it, she feels stupid, wanting to tell him things will be all right. It isn’t her place.
“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he says, brusque but calmer now that he knows who she is. “You could get us both in trouble.”
She hesitates for so long her chest aches from holding her breath, then hugs him as hard as she can. He goes stiff as a board and stares at the top of her head. She can feel it. She might throw up, she’s so nervous.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, fleeing, and he’s still staring at her as she sprints back down the hall, bare feet hardly making a sound on the stone floor.
He’s right, she decides. Girls are crazy.