[ A slow and yet melancholy look falls on him as he gazes at her. Regarded as a monster yet she sat there with such fraility. Emprisonned and bound unlike any Azula he witnessed. And yet, it was still confusion; was this how she was meant to be. ]
I guess Uncle made sure you learned something from him. Or was it someone else who taught you?
[ A single chip placed upon the opposite of the board. Pai sho was a battle of territory but more, a battle of intelligence; knowing your opponent before they knew you. And he was certain his chips would speak how much he had grown since childhood.]
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she doesn’t look up when he speaks to her, the words sounding almost like murmurs in her ears. golden eyes watch him move the chip, and her mind (that seems to be full of dust and incoherent mutterings between visitors) begins to whir. she was always careful to calculate her moves, calculate steps and chance.
in and out; arm moves up, grasps a chip, places it on the board; in and out.
(controlled breathing is a must if you want to win at any game, Azula.)
“ Uncle’s tactics are far too basic, ” she huffs, the echo of a laugh on her dry, cracked lips, “ Mother taught me how to play Pai Sho. ” she says, smirk forming on her lips. she nudges the table gently, impatient. “ Your turn. "
even in her cold stasis she would admit her skills had dulled, but she knew exactly what this game was about, and to mimic much of her life, she planned to win. ( she knew he did too, but she knew him, and she too had grown.)
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The blast sends them both backwards several yards. They both land a few feet from each other, two pairs of golden eyes stare at each other before turning back to watch the plants go up in smoke.
” That was pretty good, Zu-zu. “ she breathes, standing and brushing herself off. She wants to recreate the move he’s just performed, but she knows if she tries she’ll do it perfectly. So she walks back to her room instead. ( she wants him to be happy today, happy because he hasn’t smiled since mother left. )
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[ Sadness, pity even. Coming to visit her was all things but happy. He knew he was the one who chained her up and locked her in her own mental prison; that he was the one damaging her more. It was the burden he must take on to protect those he loved from her tyrannical wrath. But no matter how much he wished against, she was family.
She was his sister.
There still existed one part of him that wished to show any kind of bond he could have for her. And so he did.
And one faithful day, before she was too awake to realize what he was doing, he simply dropped fire lillies; ruby red flowers that he recalled was her favorite, right to her bedside. Being the only one allowed to be close enough to actually touch her, tucking her in the comfiest blanket he could find and sighed.
Uncle always said : Pai sho could unite countries themselves
[ Placing the table between him and the cell, he watched her silently for her to react at him. Or maybe he could today was the day he bridged that gap. ]
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the sound of the board sliding against the stone is like a scream in her ears. she sits with perfect posture as if she were in a throne, but her head hangs limply from her proud shoulders.
eyes flick upwards, tongue running over her lips as she breaks the tension in the air by reaching forward to place her first chip on the board.
