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it is hard to believe the girl sprawled across her lap
is the same girl who used to escort her to bed after
dinner, the same girl who used to bow in reverence
after an especially excruciating training session, the
girl who kissed her forehead when she broke.
it is hard to believe anyone would remain this long,
mend a broken girl, bury themselves inside her heart
time and time again. fingers brush through soft brown
locks, over her forehead and across her collar – they
stop, draw back fearfully. ( by Ty Lee is the one person
she’ll never need to fear ) she dare not wake her, disturb
the peace – something she seldom enjoys.
she leans over just slightly, breathing in the other girl’s
scent, kissing her forehead, and leans back to close
her eyes. if only this were simple – if only she could
sleep as soundly as her, and dream of a place where
her stitches and burns were of another unreality.
( but if that were true, what exactly
would Ty Lee kiss better every morning ? )
[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what’s their usual stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc
azula tends to stay very light on her fight, quite the opposite of earthbenders. her proper is reflected in the way she shifts her weight constantly, trying to keep her back straight and her body comfortable and light. her balance is extraordinary and her lower legs and feet are very powerful. in later years, she has a tendency to use her feet when bending, using kicks and flips to her advantage. she is much like a cat: always able to land back on her feet after free fall. she doesn’t fidget her feet, nor finds discomfort in standing still for very long periods of time, but after traveling for a long while she finds her (properly calloused) feet are always thoroughly bruised or sore. her feet are much like those of a dancers: bandages and warped, but they’re always kept very clean and elegant regardless of the shape they’re in. she never wears heels or shoes that could possibly limit her abilities, and she’s never clumsy. her preferred side is her left even if her dominant side is her right.
[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what’s the size and shape of their nose, what’s the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.
for the most part azula has a heart shaped face, just slightly elongated and very thin, so it may be hard to recognize. she definitely had pronounced cheekbones, but they do not dominate her entire face, in fact, they are quite soft in comparison to the rest of her attributes. she also has a petite chin. her main features are her sharp jawline and sharp (but on the small side) nose. she shares these features with her father and her brother, but the rest of her face belongs to her mother. most of her features are very regal and sharp, as if carved from marble. her ears are very refined, but when she was little they were a little too big – she grew into them. they are not pierced but when attending grand balls she uses clip-on earrings or cuffs to decorate them.
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the princess pauses, glacier eyes trained
on the stranger.
” Enough . “
she snaps, a spark igniting on her fingers,
” Now run along. She doesn’t want you
here — and neither do I . ”
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hot brown liquid spills over her lips and face, falling
down onto her chest and lap, but the heat doesn’t
faze her. eyes narrow as she pushes back against his
hand, warming the cup with the palm of her hand, and
flinging the rest of the boiling hot tea onto his lap. she
purses her lips and spits the rest out onto his face, nose
scrunched in disgust.
she wipes her mouth with the back of her sleeve as
she stands, tossing the tea cup onto the floor, watching
it crack into several pieces next to the commoner’s shoe.
“ get out of my sight. “ she hisses,
hand instantly ablaze, ” i don’t asso-
ciate with peasants who can’t con-
trol themselves. “ she’d kill him herself,
but she thinks these clothes are already
stained enough.
put the fire out ;;
babe !!! thank you so much!!!! i’m gonna
cry that’s so nice of you!!! thanks for fol-
lowin’ and sending this in wow maybe I
won’t have to fight you for ty lee
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“ how rude. “ glares at the stranger.
” it’s alright, “ she says, glancing at
her fingernails with a bored express-
ion. “ Ty Lee will find a way to get it
back for me. “
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“ I know. “
arms crossed, eyes averted. she takes the defensive
stance. sometimes she thinks Ty Lee takes her for a
fool. she’s witty enough to know how her friend feels,
smart enough to deduce what had been going on.
( cracked windows, unlocked doors, notes written in
codes they shared — Ty Lee was a sneaky but not
quite enough. )
“ who do you think has been putting your seat placement
next to mine for dinners ? “ she turns, eyeing the other, ” or
leaving the door unlocked ? “ smirks, ” or replacing the
flowers you continue to pick from the royal gardens ? “
it was hardly romantic, but she’d known all along.
it was hard to keep a secret from the girl who saw
everything.
