Blades
Mai liked blades.
They could be so small and so deadly too. Easily hidden in a fan, a sleeve, or boot. Easily disguised as a make-up brush, jewelry, or even hair ornaments.
Mai flicked open the trident throwing knife in her hand, the side wings glinted in the light from a single candle on her desk. She flicked it in again.
Blades could be large or small, thick or thin, bright or dull. They were a lot like people.
/flick/ -wings out-
They could stab you in the back as easily as not.
/flick/ -wings in-
They could be intricate and interesting, or obvious and direct.
Mai pushed on the handle of the blade.
They could hide things.
A small compartment slid out of the handle, revealing a small vial of rattle-viper poison.
And protect things.
Under the poison was a small portrait of Zuko. She lifted it out and looked at it. It was about the size of her thumb nail. She remembered the time so many years ago when Zuko had shown her the blade his uncle had given him with the inscription:
-never give up with out a fight-
looking at the small portrait now, Mai only felt detest for the girlish thoughts it had once stirred. She was over now. Done with those feelings.
The one thing she loved about blades...
Mai slid out a long thin knife and speared the small portrait. She then held it over the candle flame. The parchment crumbled to ash.
...was they never changed.
_____________________________Author's Note__________________
Just for clarification, Mai is NOT planning to kill Zuko! She is simply trying to get any trace of him out of her life because he has changed and she no longer loves him. The italics are more for her thoughts and the normal is more for her actions. Comment I wanna know feed back!! Please with a cherry on top?