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Quickly, Azula rushed around trying to make herself look halfway presentable. She brushed her hair and put some lip gloss on. She changed out of her pj pants and put on some jeans. Not that Jet would really care what she looked like...but she cared. Even if it was just a little bit. Stupid princessisms
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Very, very nervous.
...which meant his confidence level had dropped to somewhere between Zuko and Sokka's.
But...still, he hated being nervous. He wasn't in complete control of himself when he got like this, and he hated that. He liked to keep things under control, and if at all possible under his control.
...which was why he mentally slapped himself for knocking on the door before he had time to mentally compose himself.
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She shot off her bed, opening the door to see him standing there.
She didn't attack him with hugs and kisses or anything. She just...stared at him. She still found it hard to believe that Sokka hadn't attempted to kill Jet yet. It was even harder to believe that Jet didn't have a black eye, or any bruises or anything. He looked...like his normal, handsome self. That made her smile.
"Hey..."
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Why? Why did he have to want her? Why did he have to fall in love with her? She was Fire Nation, and not only that but it was she who ultimately took over Ba Sing Se, and it was because of her his ribs had never, and would never, fully heal. So why her? He was supposed to hate her, yet...he felt no form of hate when he looked into her eyes.
Yes, there, those eyes. The eyes never lie. Because when he looked into her eyes he felt free, and it were those eyes that had cured his obssesion, his insanity and his madness.
He thought that running away from the Fire Nation and it's influence on him would finally snap him back to reality, but the irony of it all was that it was the Fire Nation itself which had cured him.
That's why.
She kept him sane.
"Can I...uh, can I come in?"
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