9.29.12
I really should be working on other things, but... I couldn't help it. e-e
to cheer myself up (and hopefully any of you urzai shippers out there), I decided that I'm going to make a collection of drabbles/oneshots for urzai... except... they're not going to be angsty. yeah. they're going to be written to make myself feel warm and fuzzy inside :D
ok.
no these are not going to be in chronological order. they're just going to be.. random stand-alone stories. segments of their lives. pretty plotless.
might be some OOC-ness. sorry. I'll try to avoid it but iono.
these are going to range from VERY SHORT to... not so short? basically whatever I feel like writing.
She wakes up first. Immediately she becomes aware of something uncomfortably heavy pressing down on her waist and looks down, blinking sleepily. It's his arm. She grins a little.
It's cute, she thinks, but his arm is way heavy, and she wants to roll over. "Ozai?" she whispers. No response.
She sighs and gently tries to push his arm away, trying not to wake him. Behind her, he shifts a little and mutters something in his sleep. His arm tightens around her.
"Ozai," Ursa says again. Still nothing. This time Ursa grabs his arm and hauls it off of her before rolling over to face him. "Ozai," she repeats, more loudly. She watches as his brow furrows and he slowly opens his eyes.
He looks cranky. "What."
She gives him a winning smile. "Good morning."
He grunts. "Go back to sleep," he says, closing his eyes. His arm comes back around her waist.
She prods him in the chest. "Ozai."
"What."
"Your arm is really heavy."