Raging with Azula

[arrowed_monk]

Aang stormed down the halls, arms stiff at his sides.  He didn't want to think about the meeting.  About the war that was now looming, peering down at him, demanding more patience than he knew he could give it at the current time.  Why hadn't Zuko listened to him?  Why had he just jumped in, head first?  He was dragging his whole nation into this

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[iamfirelord]

There is a quick rap on the door, much too polite to be Zuko or Mai. They are much too important now. Azula looks at the door curiously, waiting for her visitor.

When the doors open to reveal the Avatar, she is taken back by shock but does not show it. Her eyebrow raises and she fixes a false-friendly smile. Part of her was thankful to have a visitor, even if it was Aang but she wouldn’t let it show aside from a mild look of amusement. He’s irritated. She smirked, glancing briefly to where her mother had been standing but now was filled with empty space. “Avatar. To what do I owe the honor this time?” Her voice was slow, drawling.

[arrowed_monk]

He faltered. Why was he here? After a moment, he caught himself and said, "Just a visit, like I promised."

In reality, he wanted to scream, to curse, to unleash a tornado of emotions. Everyone would tell him to calm down; and he knew he should do so. But Azula wouldn't judge him anymore than she normally would; he wondered, even, if she would find him at fault for his anger. In the end, he pushed the thought aside and sat before her. He offered her a slight bow; she would not return it.

"How is your hand?"

[iamfirelord]

Azula raises an eyebrow at his excuse. Just a visit. She doesn’t believe it but really, it doesn’t matter because she has someone to talk to. The Avatar…but he is someone, at least. And he isn’t likely to just leave because she had made a mess of things. When the Avatar bows and she holds back a chuckle. It is odd how he shows her respect though she knows he feels no respect…or fear, for her. “A man of your word.” The princess almost rolls her eyes but she could not hide a small smile that he had kept his word, for whatever reason.

Her look fell on the wrist that is quickly healing, a new bandage wrapped around it. She has been ignoring the itching and pain until then and she gingerly scratches at it. “It itches.” She mumbles, shrugging. “I’ll have a scar to match Zuko’s.” Azula moves closer to Aang and watches him curiously. “Havin trouble with the watertribe peasant?”

[arrowed_monk]

"The itching usually means it's healing," he said, voice quiet and slightly unstable. He was distracted, although he didn't want to show it. His mind was still taking in the fact that, despite fighting to end a war for so long, a new war was starting up. He felt like he was unable to do anything.

At the mention of Katara, his eyes glanced up at Azula, noticing she was a little closer. Was it due to curiosity, or was she trying to intimidate him? It didn't bother him, either way. "No troubles that I know of, at least not with her." He ended the sentence in a much harsher tone than he'd intended.

"Have you eaten?"